The announcement in General Conference that the age of missionary service for young women has been changed from 21 to 19 (and from 19 to 18 for young men) makes me realize that my lamp of preparation is not only empty, but there seems to be a layer of dust on the bottom.
I served a mission. It was a wonderful experience that I've treasured all my life. I've always held a hope that the girl child might want to take that opportunity, but this announcement advances the timeline dramatically. Suddenly the moment for her to decide if she'll serve is not some vague year in the future; the time is NOW. She will be 19 next month. While I'll be delighted if she decides to serve, I'm not sure I'm ready to let go.
I served a mission. It was a wonderful experience that I've treasured all my life. I've always held a hope that the girl child might want to take that opportunity, but this announcement advances the timeline dramatically. Suddenly the moment for her to decide if she'll serve is not some vague year in the future; the time is NOW. She will be 19 next month. While I'll be delighted if she decides to serve, I'm not sure I'm ready to let go.
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