Monday morning, I got a phone call every parent of a new missionary dreads. The kind that gives you a pit in your stomach the moment you answer, only to hear a choked up voice on the other end of the line say “Mom?”

My sweet son, the one who’s been in the MTC for 3.5 weeks, was notably choked up. It took him a moment to start talking. He told me that he needed to come home. Assuming he was struggling emotionally, and was just wanting to come home, I said “No, you’re ok! You don’t need to come home.” He stopped me, and said “No, Mom, I need to come home.” Continue reading →