Wednesday, June 12, 2013
The Long Wait
Emily's wedding was less than a month away. Finals week at BYU was coming up faster than I could prepare for. I was getting ready to say goodbye to lots of my friends for two years. I had to get ready to move out of my apartment. And I was preparing myself to go through the temple to receive my endowments. And yet, I could only think about one thing. My mission call. It had been assigned. My fate had been decided. It was weird knowing that in 5 months I could be almost anywhere in the world. And I had no clue where that anywhere would be. All I could do was wait. And wait. And wait some more. People kept asking me where I wanted to go, as if that's what is most important. I always said Spanish speaking, but beyond that I never had an answer. I wasn't overly concerned about the "where" of my mission. It was the GOING part that I was excited about. Although I have to admit that secretly, if I had been forced to choose, I would have said Chile or Argentina.