one by one

It was a last-minute call, a scramble to change plans, and an early morning flight to San Francisco. 

On Monday night, we received a call from Sister Smith, who, along with her husband, is in charge of the nearly 300 missionaries in the California San Jose Mission. More than half of those missionaries, like Gabe, are in temporary reassignment, waiting to go to the country where they were called. 

I greeted her call with excitement because we’d been planning to fly to San Francisco later in the week and go to the Oakland Temple with Gabe. Like so many missionaries during Covid, he left on his mission without attending the temple. For members of our church, attending the temple and making sacred covenants is an essential step before serving a mission.

“I have some sad news,” she told me, “California is closing down again and the temple (which had only been open for six days) is closing tomorrow at midnight.” I immediately felt my throat close up and tears spring to my eyes. I’d been looking forward to this time with Gabe for so long. 

“But if you can get here by tomorrow,” she said, “the temple president has promised to do everything he can to help every missionary.” 

I got on the Delta website, canceled and re-booked a flight with no penalty (blessings of Covid), canceled and rebooked a cheap hotel (maybe too cheap, once we saw it in person). It felt like a miracle. 🌟

I canceled on all my coaching clients and no one complained. Erik canceled all his meetings. In less than 12 hours after her call, we were on an airplane to San Francisco. 

We drove straight to the temple and spent the day with our boy. We were soaked in the rain, we sat in the gym shivering for much of the day,  there wasn’t much to eat, but it was wonderful. ❤️ I hugged Gabe every few minutes and basked in his easy smiles and laughter.  His mission has been hard in so many ways, and it was good to see he’s really, truly OK. 

In the temple, we were greeted with white clad, white masked volunteers who acted like we were doing them a favor. They did indeed, stay open till midnight so every missionary could make promises with God. One by one.

One by one. That’s the phrase that kept going through my mind through this whole adventure. You can’t visit a city like San Francisco without feeling awe at how many people there are in this world (Salt Lake City is truly a small town). And God cares for each human soul. Gabe’s mission president and wife care deeply about every single missionary even if they are only in their mission for a few weeks. The temple president and all the volunteers and all the people who forgave me for canceling on them and my physical therapist who waived the cancellation fee… I am in awe of how much care and kindness I received. It’s so easy to caught up in numbers. I am a Social Security number, I am one vote, just another mom, Gabe is just one of 60,000 missionaries, and yet God cares for each of us. One by one. And that’s how we must care for each other. ❤️

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    Annie

    November 21, 2020

    I love this so much. I cried reading it and re-telling it to my son and husband. The Oakland temple has a special place in my heart because we got married there and it was our temple for the first three years of our marriage. Also, my two sons are currently serving missions so the missionary aspect pricks my heart too. So happy he was able to get through the temple and you were able to join him.

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