This says I'm going on a mission. ASAP.
I can't take my mind off of it.
Am I ready? Does the Lord want me? This is madness.
What I thought would be a two year wait has turned into 1 week. Less than 1 week. 6 days and 10 hours and 15 minutes until my bishop interview where I can start to do my mission papers.
I want to leave like yesterday. After sending all those guys off on their missions last year, I can't believe it is finally my turn.
My family has been so supportive of this. Literally during this talk I got text messages telling me to turn in my papers. As much as I love them and am so extremely grateful for their support, this one's on me.
Something that seemed so distant is now so close, and I'm running to it. I know this is right and I wanted to document this feeling so that when I am doubting myself I can go back and read it and know that my first witness was so sure, that any feeling of doubt is fear speaking.
Fears like:
1. My bffs are going to be married before I get home (Especially in this world filled with Scott Disick look alikes and dinosaur-enthusiast TAs)
2. My sisters will get married while I'm gone
3. MY MATURITY LEVEL (Please tell me I'm ready to go)
4. Finances (let's face it, mine are kind of a hot mess right now)
I'm no longer making sense, but I just can't stop thinking about all this means.
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