Late night post.
I really need Mr. Hill tonight. Not Elder Hill, but Mr. Hill.
I don't want him to come home, per se.
I just need to talk to my best friend.
I am strong, and I'm doing alright.
But there are sometimes when I really would like to see him.
That isn't want God wants, though.
And that is why missions are hard. They are blessings because they stretch us and we become better people. Better, patient people.
It happens. One day I'll get to see him again!