i know i don't ever talk about it because... when does that ever come up in conversation? it was a long time ago ( ...but sometimes in my head it just happened yesterday).
today, i was sitting in church, and i just started thinking about those missionaries, and how good they were. and how they really wanted to help people know God better. and how lucky i was to know them. and then, for some reason, i remembered how my mom and dad loved them all-- how they would do anything for them even now-- so many years later.
and then i thought about how charity never faileth and how love affects generations. and how God is above all, very merciful. and hopeful (as in.... full of expectation).