I love reading the account of Ammon and his brothers as missionaries. It always brings up the feelings I had while I was a missionary in France almost 25 years ago.
Verse 26 tells how King Lamoni's father was astonished at the love that Ammon felt for his son, and that his son returned. And it brings back thoughts of Sr. Le Tendre, Marie-Cecile, Albanne, Julien and Patrice, and many more. The reason I loved my mission so much was that I loved the people I met so much. We shared so much joy as I taught them the things that I knew to be true, as I offered them the opportunity to come unto Christ and delight in His gospel. I loved them. I loved the work I was doing. I felt closer to my Heavenly Father than ever before.
I think about the time when this life is over and we all meet again. Hugs and tears and laughter, and thank you's, I'm sure. Unnecessary thank you's, because I've been blessed over and over again, not the least by their love and association.