The lull in the car ride came to a quick end when the Tulsa Stake Center came into view. My excitement mounted. Soon we would see the missionaries assigned to the Tulsa, Tulsa East, and Bartlesville Stakes. The previous day’s experience of being with the rest of the missionaries brought a conditioned response. I can not explain what it feels like to enter a chapel where Elders and Sisters quietly sit studying their scriptures. They are gathered. Their desires for service leaves a tangible feeling that encompasses you as you enter. It is a hallowed feeling. As I sit on the stand and look out at “my” missionaries. I see some who are struggling. It is evident on their faces, but they are there, and I am proud of them. I see others who furiously record the proceedings of the meeting. I wonder what they write. How much of what they write was said and how much was felt? I do not know, but that is okay. I know they are learning. There are obvious moments of greatness. Twice I see different missionaries encourage a certain missionary to raise his hand higher so he can make a comment. I watch one in particular who is not treating his companion well. It makes me feel sad. But we are all here to learn and I will have to figure out the best way to influence him to be different. I try to catch as many eyes as possible. I want them all to know that each one of them is important to President and I. We love them!
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