Days, Weeks, Years

Two years ago, if you had asked me what I was going to do once I graduated high school, the answer would have been simple. I would be playing college soccer with my best friends. 

Well. Times change. 

Two years ago, if you had asked my friends or family if I was going on a mission, most of them would have replied with a resounding NO. 

One year ago, if you had asked me what I was doing once I graduated high school, I would have said I was leaving on a mission for my church. 

One year ago, if you had asked the kids I went to school with if I was going on a mission, they would have thought you were crazy. 

Seven months ago, I started my mission paperwork. All the appointments, interviews, and typing away. 

Five months ago, I submitted my mission paperwork to be looked over, and have a call assigned. 

Four months ago, I received a letter in the mail that told me where I would be living for eighteen months. 

Two weeks ago, I turned nineteen. The official mission age for girls. 

In three days, I report to the Provo Missionary Training Center to start my adventure as a representative for The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-day Saints. 

In one and a half months, I will travel to Mexico City and start my official work in the field. 

Time. Such a funny little thing. It helps sort out every little detail of our lives. While some can't believe that I'm really leaving, others are pushing me out the door to go. 

While times have sometimes been tough, I can already see God's hand in not only my life, but the lives of my family. Choosing to serve was one of the easiest decisions of my life. It was also one of the hardest. 

Would I turn back time and reconsider my choice? Never. Not once. I couldn't be more excited to go and serve. The adversary works on you SO hard once you make the decision to give your life to The Lord. Many (almost all) can attest to that. But every little second has been worth it. 

I love this gospel. I love my Savior and Heavenly Father. I cannot wait to be an official, full time missionary for my church. My goal? To make some sort of difference in at least one persons life. I WILL accomplish this. 

Mexico City is my new home for a year and a half and I couldn't be more thrilled.