Missionary's Girl

The Missionary's Girl
Somewhere between the whirl of teen-age dates and the responsibility of matrimony, we find a lone creature called the missionary's girl.

They come in two varieties- engaged and hopefuls. They come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors- blue being the most common.

The missionary's girl is found at home, missing parties, staying away from dances, paying her own way to the movies, buying stationery by the gross.

Missionaries love them, young girls look up to them, parents tolerate them, postmen hate them, and weekly letters support them.

A missionary's girl is a composite. She has the appetite of a mouse, the enthusiasm of a wet noodle, the patience of Job, the persistence of a stainless steel salesman, and the imagination of Scherazade.

She likes letters from the mission field, invitations to his home, long distance telephone calls, items for his scrapbook, pictures of him, and other girls who are waiting.

She isn't much for Saturday nights at home; people who say, "two years is a long time"; new clothes with no one to wear them for; sad movies and music; movies with love scenes; knitting; wedding receptions; little sisters who date; and "Dear Janes".

A missionary's girl is an odd object. She can get lonesome, discouraged, and temporarily lose faith in the whole missionary system. No one else can write such cheerful letters in such a rotten mood. No one else can get such a thrill at the end of the day by the words, "Why, yes, I believe there is a letter for you." Nobody else is so early to bed and so early to rise.

A missionary's girl is virtue with no chance to be otherwise, faith with twenty-four months to wait, prudence with 69 cents in her savings account, and beauty with no one to give a darn.

Yes, she is all this, but it will all be forgotten the day he receives his letter or release and, upon his arrival home, she will probably utter the words she once considered trite, "It hasn't seemed like any time at all!" -Dan Valentine

My AMAZING MGs

I have been a facebooker for about a year and a half now, but I didn't become an addict until May 2007, when I joined the amazing group "Waiting for a Missionary". There are some of the most amazing girls that you could ever meet. Some may call us: "weird, crazy, and/or obsessed" but really, we are normal girls who are here to help, uplift, and support girls who are going through the same things we are. We are Missionary's Girls. I have met some of the most amazing people ever. They have become some of my closest friends, even though I've only met a few of them, just a couple times.









I do not know how I would've made it through the past year without them, nor would I like to think about a life without them. They are wonderful, amazing, beautiful people. And, I cannot wait to see them this summer!!!