So, in case you haven't heard. Or I got distracted by something shiny and neglected to tell you.
I'm mission bound.
SURPRISE! Last week I submitted my application for missionary service. Last week, or this week, or maybe even right now, one of the members of the Quorum of the Twelves Apostles (yes, just like the twelve in biblical times) who I have never before encountered, met, or even spoken to, will be calling upon the spirit to receive revelation about where I will be spending the next 18 months of my life. There are 340 missions.
All over the world.
Speaking about a million different languages.
Needless to say, I'm a little bit nervous. And totally excited.
I mean there are lots of things to be nervous about. Like whether or not I'll get called to a foreign country and get lost on my way out of the airport–OR even worse–lose my passport. Or how I'm going to be able to fit everything I could possibly need into one suitcase. Or if going to be able to get by on 30 minutes of shower time a day. I mean these legs aren't going to shave themselves.
But then its a total thrill to know that in just a few months I'm going to be out, somewhere in this big ole' world, exactly where the Lord needs me to be. Knowing where and what the Lord wants you to be doing right now in your life. And wanting to do it. With all of your heart.
You can't beat that.
I just can't wait to get out there and share with others the truth I've come to know. The joy I've found in the living, restored gospel of Jesus Christ.
Knowing that families can be forever, sins can be forgiven, and we can one day return to live with a loving Heavenly Father.
How could I not?