There and back again...

I never thought I would make it to this point in my life...but I have. Within the next few weeks, I will be receiving my mission call. This is no light matter, I will be leaving home at the age of 19, for two years. Going to a place I've never been, I might have to learn a new language for it, preaching a truth that others won't understand.

Being born a mormon, I've grown up wanting to do this...I never knew how much preparation would be required to do this. In the last year I've been challenged mentally, emotionally, and spiritually on a level I've never even imagined. It has been extremely hard...but also so rewarding. I'm a better person because of it.

But that doesn't mean I'm still not terrified of what I'm about to do. I mean, I'm leaving home, by myself, to live with strangers for two years. The only thing familiar with me will be the scriptures I've studied my whole life. I will only be able to email my family once a week, and I'm only able to call home on Christmas, and mother's day.

And yet...I'm ready. I've spent my whole life preparing for this moment. But I know, that even though I've spent my whole life preparing...I'm still going to come off short. Every returned missionary I've talked to has said that it was the best times of their lives...but also the hardest, and most depressing, but if given the chance, they would do it all over again.

I'll go where I'm asked to go, I'll teach what I'm asked to teach, and I'm ready for what is thrown at me. A lot of people don't like missionaries, and I know I'm going to have a hard time with that.

And so I'm going there and back again, my own little adventure. I hope to help a lot of people in their lives, whether through service, or by teaching them the gospel. And I know that, while I still feel like a child, I'm going to be coming back a man.