Tears

As we stood in line to board the plane, Dad and Mom watched Elder Heimuli carefully as he seemed to savor every remaining moment, step, sight of Ecuador. We sat in first class, but Elder Heimuli was across the aisle and a row in front of us. We could see out the airplane windows that it had begun to rain ever so lightly. Elder Heimuli stared out the window, quiet, contemplative. We could only see the left side of his face, but the tears streaming down his cheeks were enough to tell us that he would hold his mission in Ecuador, the people he came to love, and his burning testimony forever in his heart. I (Mom) called to him, and snapped this last picture in Ecuador.



Not long after we climbed to cruising altitude, Elder Heimuli crashed into a deep sleep, barely waking for food or drink. He was exhausted. He had literally worn himself out in the Lord's service. We (Dad and Mom) smiled a grateful smile and took a nap, too.