I hope they call me on a mission

Living in the "mission field" is a different experience for us. Our ward is assigned a set of Elders and they serve only our ward. And, they need to be fed every night. So, there will be lots of opportunities to have them in our home. The apartments on both sides of us are on the missionaries route as one is an inactive and one showed interest in taking discussions, although they have ditched the Elders ever since. So, our house has become the pit stop for a glass of water. (Sadly, every time they come the house is a DISASTER!!! I can't believe just how fast our little space gets a mess. But, both times they have been here it has been the worst it has ever been. Today Braden had just dumped popcorn all over the floor, and last week I was getting ready to vacuum and had cleared the table and picked up the chips by the wrong end and dumped them all over the floor. It was awesome timing.)

The boys love it! They can't wait to go on missions and use it as incentives for each other..."Whoever brushes their teeth first gets to go on a mission!" After they left last week the boys wanted to dress like missionaries, so they put on their ties and got backpacks full of the essentials - legos, train tracks, cars - and were missionaries for the day.
The Elders also gave them pass along cards that the boys treasure. They carry them everywhere. The Elders told them they could pass the out to people to tell them about Jesus, but that will never happen as the cards are far to important to them to give away.