My Mission Call

On January 31st, almost three weeks after my papers were submitted, my bishop called me early in the morning with the news I had been waiting for so long to hear! MY MISSION CALL WAS AT THE POST OFFICE! I waited until that night to open it so family and friends could all be there. It was the longest day of my life. Minutes felt like hours as the big envelope slowly and magically started to open from both corners. All of the guesses were in. My family and friends were guessing Africa, Australia, Fiji, and trying to send me all over the world... Well besides my dad who was still hoping I got called to Holbrook, AZ (a town 30 minutes away from home). By the time everyone had arrived only two inches in the middle of the seal were still attached but I couldn't read the call (trust me I tried). The anticipation was killing me as everyone started to show up and I had to wait 30 more dreadful minutes until my only sister arrived. As I opened my call, my legs and hands were shaking so bad and my eyes were struggling with an excess buildup of fluid before I even got to the good stuff. I took a deep breath and read the call letter that informed me that I was called to serve in the Ecuador Quito Mission reporting May 6th and speaking Spanish. All those who came cheered and congratulated as I just stared at the piece of paper signed by our sweet prophet Thomas S. Monson admiring the fact that I would soon be able to serve as a full time missionary from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It is amazing how there are hundreds of missions but I know that the Ecuador Quito Mission is the perfect one for me. As time gets closer to me leaving I only become more and more excited! Yay for missionary work!!