|Yes, I stole this from her Facebook photos.|
I, though, have never love-fested on my blog. Well, at least not officially, so Jamie, you're the first.
That day, it was so exciting to be among all of those missionaries at the Lake Oswego Stake Center. It just gave me goose bumps practically the entire time.
From that moment on, I knew our ward was in for a great time.
While she served in our ward, I had the opportunity to go out with her as her "companion" a few times while her actual companion went with someone else from the ward. This was a fairly new thing for me. We had done similar things when I served in Japan, but until we had sisters serving in our ward, all these years later, I never had the chance to go out and act in the supporting role.
When these opportunities came, I jumped at them. It was so fascinating to watch these sisters at work. Now, from the above story, it's clear that Jamie was a kick in the pants, but when these times of teaching came, Jamie was amazing to watch. Her love and concern for the person she was teaching became so apparent. She was kind and sweet and serious, with a little glint of the Jamie mischievousness behind it. She was always herself, but when she was on the Lord's errand, it was no time for play.
Lives were changed because of Jamie's service. Many lives. Including my own.
Because I hadn't had experiences with sister missionaries before this, obviously when I was one, I had no concept of how I came across to others. After having the time with Jamie and the few other sisters that served in our ward, I came to understand the impact they can have. I was so impressed. I doubt that I was anything like Jamie. I didn't have the vision that I do now of how many lives can be touched by the loving heart of a great sister missionary.