There were hundreds of times on my mission when I relied on my knowledge of, my relationship with, and my love for, Him to push me a little bit further. There were many nights I would get home that I didn't think I could do it again the next day. It was too cold. My hands hurt too much. I knew I couldn't quit, though. I knew I wouldn't. He didn't. He never would quit on me or the people I was trying to find. It wasn't about me. He is the reason I served, as imperfectly as that may have been. He is still the reason I serve. He is reason I try to live the way I do. He lives, and I know it.
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