I got my "mission call", well my mini-mission call tonight. Instead of serving for 18 months; I will be serving for 12 weeks on a trial mission to see if I'll be okay physically & mentally. To be honest I wasn't ready to hear it and had no idea it was coming & as fast as it will. I have only 2 weeks to prepare. 2 WEEKS to tie up all loose ends. To say goodbye to my family and friends. I didn't get to do all the things I wanted. I wanted so much to fufill the righteous desires of my heart. I finally got to the point where I understood and realized it wasn't a sin and that I shouldn't feel guilty about what I want. I want to be in Provo. I wanted to be available...I wanted to be available for the possibility...of dating. I want time to finish up school. I want to be 22! I want to be happy. I want to have fun and enjoy my life. I WANTED to finally get back to it...so naturally this mini mission comes at the worse timing, but perfect timing for reality & for the Lord's will.
I know the Lord knows the right timing for everything & everything happens when it's suppose to. I know I'm doing what is right. I am doing everything in my power to show the Lord I'm willing to sacrafice to serve him. Although I have been overwhelmed with everything over the past couple of months, I am certain I can do anything through the Lord & with the strength of Christ.
"Keep on moving. Keep climbing. Keep the faith. It's all about the climb."
