"The Dark Abyss"

A few days ago Sister V and I decided we would put all of our mail from the week in a very special box and save it all to be opened on Sundays. There is a plethera of reasons for this "mail fast", but mostly we just needed a way to stay better focused on our missionary work throughout the week.

Yesterday was to be the first day of our fast. Unfortunately it had been a particularly long one, and a fresh letter from the west sounded ever so inviting. So, after we recorded our miles in the car and drug our backpacks from the back seat, we looked at each other and mutually decided that the whole "not opening mail" thing could wait for a few more days.

We hopped, skipped, and actually jumped to the mail room. We just KNEW there would be at least one treasure waiting!

We carefully counted, down 7 mailboxes and over 7 mailboxes, until the key smoothly slid into the lock. I help my breath as Sister V turned the key and opened the door to reveal 5 beautifully postaged letters! Oh! what HAPPINESS!!!! I think they were gleaming as she reached in her hand to retreave what would provide at least 20 minutes of pure joy! We could forget all of the cancelled appointments and ancle biting dogs for the whole day, even our whole missions; because,

WE HAD MAIL!

And gleaming those letters were! I waited anxiously, even shifting from one foot to the other, as I waited for Sister V's hand come back from the mailbox. Her hand went in a little farther, then even farther, until her whole arm was in the mailbox up to her shoulder! As unatural as this seemed, I took no thought because I was positive at least 2 of those blessed envelopes were addressed in my name! Until I saw the look on my dear, sweet companions face.

"The letters are gone..."

We squatted down next to each other and peered into our now vacant mail box. Upon closer examination, we realized that our sweet mail had fallen into oblivion (that weird place behind the mailboxes).

Oh, the dissapointment, the defeat, the DEVESTATION! There was only one option...

The Sticky-Note of Desperation!

With only one day of anxiety, our mail was prompty replaced in the mailbox to be retreaved with utter satisfaction!

The moral of the story:

When you make a comittment to Heavenly Father, especially when you are seeking certain blessings, it's a good idea to stick to it.

Those 5 precious letters are now safely stowed in our very special box and will remain there until Sunday.