I last wrote on the final day of my London adventure. It's been quite the ride since that post. So many new friends, 12 BYU classes, exceptional roommates, a wonderful ward, the return of a special missionary, and my own mission call. It has been the greatest school year thus far. But I happen to say that every year.
Today's focus is the last item on that list. A mission. It's been on the forefront of my mind (obviously) and I've wanted to blog about it for quite some time. Why serve a mission? Why me?
There are a lot of good things in this world. There are so many good people everywhere. There are good movies and good music and good books and good theories. There are good ideas about life and love and everything in between. There are good religions. Lots of them. As I've thought a great deal about the good things, I've come to recognize their imperfections and shortcomings. Yes, they have truth. Sometimes a lot of it. But unless it's the Gospel of Jesus Christ, a good thing will never be 100% perfect.
My religion, the very thing that's most important to me and central to every other aspect of my life, contains ALL truth. It contains the keys to a happy life and a promising afterlife. The Gospel teaches us, guides us, and protects us--three things which are crucial in this whirlwind of a world. It's something to hold on to through thick and thin. We can't make it without it; we need it in our lives. And not just you and I, but every person on this earth and beyond.
That is why I am going on a mission. Not because it's currently a "trend" among women, and not because somebody told me to go. I want the people of Poland to know the blessings of the Gospel, just as I do. They need the Gifts that I've been so fortunate to have had placed in my hands since before I can remember. And they need me to introduce them.
I'm excited for Poland. It's going to be cold, and hard, and long, and hard.... but it's undoubtedly going to be the greatest thing I've ever done. I CAN'T WAIT.