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That means in very few days, an Apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ will see a picture of my girl up on a screen and through faith and revelation, God will tell him where my Annie should serve her Savior for eighteen months of her life.
It hasn't completely felt real. Even after the last few weeks of listening to how she knew she should serve, rejoicing in her news and helping her work on her mission papers, it hasn't truly hit me.
Until now. When she sent word that her papers were submitted and the process was officially underway.
Oh my Annie, it such a privilege to be your mom. Your goodness and light bless me every single and I often can't believe God would love me enough to send me a daughter like you. I'm so excited for your next adventure. And can't quit crying at how much I'll miss you. But mostly, I'm weeping because I'm so ridiculously proud of you.
"Lift up your heart and rejoice, for the hour of your mission is come; and your tongue shall be loosed, and you shall declare glad tidings with great joy unto this generation."
My baby girl is going on a mission. I'm so incredibly humbled.