Empty Nesters No More

I haven't decided whether it was guilt or a desire to do what is right but we decided to let the missionaires live in our basement. It is an adjustment for us, no more screaming matches, no more running around in underware (that would be Ed) the TV has been turned off more often, and I must say there is a different feeling in our home. I'm not used to sharing my kitchen, especially with 2 young men, and they do cook alot, but they clean up after themselves. We're not used to accounting for our where abouts or telling anyone where we are going, and we're not used to someone coming and going except each other. When I hear bumps & noises in the basement I have to remind myself the missionaries are down there. For now I have turned half my house over to missionaires, but we have received blessings already and a feeling of peace in our home I can't describe and was not expecting. Its an adjustment for sure but we are going to give it a try. I'm sure each missionary will bring new experiences and maybe some challenges. When you come home from a hard day of work and see two young men cooking in your kitchen and have the biggest mess you just learn to disapear and hope when you come back the mess will be gone. And so far so good. I keep thinking "When ye are in the service of your fellow beings, ye are in the service of your God" I'm sure we'll have some interesting tales to tell when its all over- Maybe I'll start a journal or write a book "The Boys In the Basement".