Dinner was nice and simple. Pizza and wings! Yum! What a perfect idea. We ordered in. Cleanup was a cinch. Bam. Perfect evening.
Grandma has two missionaries living in her basement and because she is fantastic her home has become a missionary gathering center. When we were there the missionaries came by. Its always nice to meet them and hear a bit of their story. Today we were lucky enough to run into a missionary I met last year at my parents. On Christmas morning my parents often invite the missionaries over. My mom makes them up stockings and gives them little treats. Its nice and sometimes I don't get it. Its Christmas morning, time for me to be with family. I forget that they aren't with their family. I'm sure that they enjoy the craziness that ensues. As I reflected on the many years of missionaries at my parents I was grateful. Grateful for the example that my parents set of being welcoming and inviting especially to those that are serving the Lord. It is a sacrifice to not be so close to family but their work blesses many many families.
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