What this means:
This is bittersweet for my family. My Dad is quitting a job he loves and my mom is leaving her dreamhouse and grandkids to live in a rural part of Argentina for 3 years. They will manage 150 or so missionaries, helping to build the locals' faith in Jesus Christ. My family was ecstatic to learn that of all the missions in Argentina, they will be in Resistencia. My brother Chris served there 10 years ago! Also, my Dad was a missionary in another part of Argentina in the 1970s. My parents leave for Argentina in July.
We are going to miss my parents like crazzzy. Living with my Mom, Dad, and little brother Taylor over the last 8 months has been better than we could've imagined. Unlike other people's experience living with parents, ours was drama-less and our time together increased our appreciation for one another. I think Sunday and Monday nights were our favorite. Candace and my Mother spoiled us with great meals on Sundays and we usually spent the majority of both nights chatting with each other and my sibblings via webcam. I particularly appreciate the way my family has taken to Candace. There is no doubt in her mind that she fits in with the rest of us!
Seeing my parents make this decision to leave the comforts of home and give so much of themselves has caused me to reflect. What would I do if the same were asked of me? Its a tough question to answer! I'm grateful that my parents love the Lord and the people of Argentina more than themselves. It won't be easy without you here, Mom and Dad, and you'll be in our daily prayers and thoughts. Don't cry Jen and Bub!!! (I know you are!)
One last thing I'd like to mention on this topic and then I'll move on. While we were waiting to hear from the Church where in the world my parents would be serving, I'd find myself imagining what it was going to be like when my parents opened their mission call (it comes in the form of a letter). I thought back to when I received my mission call as a 19 year old. I remember the excitement of calling friends and family over to watch as I read a letter requesting I serve in Campinas, Brazil.
While my Mom opened and read the letter aloud, the rest of us sat silent listening intently. Most of my sibblings watched via webcam. I was so focused on the anxiety surrounding my parents' mission call that I was caught off guard by the unmistakeable presence of the Holy Spirit. My anxiety quickly turned to feelings of peace, unity, and love that came from a source other than myself. I look back at that moment thankful for the witness I received that my parents were following God's will.
IN OTHER HEYMAN NEWS:
We live in Ahwatukee (SE Phoenix), a short drive to work and to family in Chandler and Phoenix. (More pics & info coming soon)
-I'm on an indoor soccer team. I LOOOVE to compete and this is a great outlet for my competitiveness. Its great exercise, except I recently tried a stint as goalie and ever since my team has insisted I stay goalie. This means I'm either the worst player on the team, since goalie is the equivalent of sticking the uncoordinated, goofy kid in right field....OR...I'm an amazing goalie. I'm going to go with the latter.
-Taylor (aka Chief, Mug, Tay-luh, Unkie, Skunkie, and Tayluh-mmmooooooooon) got in to BYU completing a Heyman run of 5 kids in a row! I'm excited for him to have the time of his life as a freshmen and I'm expecting him to make the BYU Lacrosse team.
-Cbug and I head to Disneyland and Catalina Island soon. This is an "all expenses paid trip" for being my company's top performer. Shoutout to Crexendo Web Marketing!
AND, what is a blog post without one more picture of America's cutest baby boy?





