On Saturday night we attended a missionary activity at the church. The local missionaries had worked really hard, and put together a really nice presentation about Family History. I thought it was really sweet, and felt an extra need to support The Elders, hoping that my Missionary Boy, would be supported in his efforts. During the activity...I looked down at the Elders shoes...nudged The Farmer so he would look too. He said..."do you think The Missionary Boy's shoes get that dirty, walking the streets of London??" My heart felt really tender for these young men, who walk for miles and miles...searching for those who want to know The Lord. Those shoes are the sign of very hard working missionaries! They are badges of honor!