Chile

I look at these pictures and I actually think to myself, "Man, those were easier times."

That seems crazy, right?

Four babies, ages four and under.

29 operations.

Medical equipment everywhere.

Four in diapers.

No sleep.

Single mama.

Yes, I had help.

But, in the end it all falls on my shoulders.

Look at how amazingly delicious these children are!

We have come so far, and yet the stresses of it all continue and even grow.

That's the way it is meant to be, afterall.

I received another update email from the Mission Home yesterday.

My boys, and his fellow missionaries, are safe.

They were allowed to go outside yesterday morning in casual clothes, no nametags, and without the ability to speak English, in order to get some fresh air and something to eat - then it was right back to their apartments.

Today, they are hopeful to be able to meet in church buildings with other missionaries in the area and have some activities.

I know that they are safe.

I know that Heavenly Father has surrounded every single one of them with earthly and heavenly angels.

Of that, I have no doubt.

These sweet boys, though.

They have been through SO much.

I can't even begin to fathom how diligent they had to have been before they came to my care.

The mere fact that they knew they would have me as a mother was probably enough for them to roll their eyes... but they still chose me and I will always choose them.