Mission

Wow has it really been like a year since I have posted anything? Boy time does fly. Well to catch up on my life I did not return to school this past year. Instead I just worked for my uncle at an animal hospital, and before you all ask no I don't want to be a vet. I had decided to go on a mission and original I was planning on going to SUU and doing a semester there. That didn't work out and I just stayed in Price, with no clue why. So that you don't think I didn't love Price, not true! I want you readers to know that I absolutely Love Price! It has been an amazing place for me growing up and now as my time here for school and work, but school wise there was nothing left for me to do here.

Well life doesn't always go as planned and I ended up staying in Price and working on my mission papers. That took forever, like about 8 months. If things could go wrong they did. I was getting angry. I was back to questioning if that was what I was suppose to do. I just kept thinking if this is what I need to do, why isn't this working? Finally in March I got my papers in and in 1 short week later I had my call.

Funny thing about my call. I didn't know it had come in the mail. I sent to my home in Altamont. My family had just gotten home from a family road trip to California. Meg was the only one who didn't go. So she picked up the mail Thursday morning and got my call. She tried to call me and send me texts. I was at work so I wasn't answering my phone. Well pretty soon she posted it on facebook saying she was holding it ransom at the elementary and that I better hurry up and come home or else she would open. After that I got some texts saying congratulations. I had no idea what they were talking about. Finally my mom called work and told me my call had come and Carol and Meg were driving to Price and we were having a party for my mission call opening.

The time came and we had a party. There were so many people in my living room. I opened my call and I am going the Canada Monreal Mission. I leave for the Provo MTC Aug. 6 and I will be speaking French. 

People asked me how I felt. I honestly didn't have an answer for them. Number 1 I felt like a Zombie. I was so tired from the road trip. Number 2 I was numb. But that's kind of how I feel when big events happen in my life. So it wasn't unusual. It wasn't until later that I decided how I feel. I feel exciting and terrified. But I know it will be a good experience for me and I know I will grow more. I will come to know my Savior Jesus Christ better and I will have the privilege of letting others have that same experience.