A Disciple of Christ

This weekend I have been walking with a heavy heart. My dear beloved Mission President, who served over me in the Salt Lake City Temple Square Mission, passed away on Friday at the age of 71. "He slept and didnt wake up..." Sister Stewart said. The first thing I thought as I heard of his passing was, "They need him on the other side of the veil...there is much work for him to do."
As I have been pondering over our time together on the mission, I remember everything that I have learned from him; it is so much. I smile at some of them and cry at others because of the impact it has on my life.
Serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints was a remarkable experience that I am truly grateful for; it prepared me for the eternities. I remember President Stewart saying that we are being prepared to be disciples of Christ forever! And we are to spread His Gospel to every nation, kindred tongue and people!
President Stewart loved the hymns of the Church and would often remind us to memorize as much as we could. We would sing our hearts out for him, because we knew that he loved it as much as we did. He often told us to sing a hymn when we are feeling down. Words truly cannot describe all the impact he has had on me.

I would write more, but I feel that I would go off on unrelated tangents. Suffice it to say that I am and always will be grateful to this Disciple of Christ.