Wednesday, January 4, 2012

My Paper Process (start to finish!)


After over a year and a half of dreaming, wondering, praying, waiting, praying, getting scared, chickening out, praying, wondering, waiting, and finally realizing that I knew the answer all along, I started my papers. In my interview with Bishop Moon on September 1, 2011, I nervously expressed my desire to start my mission papers. To my great surprise (I don't know what I was expecting....), he grinned ear to ear, leaned his head back kinda laughing, and then leaned forward still grinning, smacked his hands on the table, and nearly shouted, "You are going to be AWESOME!" Haha, I was surprised about how excited he was about me going on a mission! I was so relieved! Then we continued to talk for a while about my concerns, his thoughts, impressions, etc. He helped set up my account (I was impressed that I remembered my baptism and confirmation date...May 23, 1998!), and after a great, long talk with him (sorry people who were waiting behind me!), I nearly skipped out of his office and to my car (her name is Lola). I drove to the west parking lot of the temple to calm myself down, gather my thoughts, and think about what had just happened. It was a great feeling.

I decided to tell my parents about my papers that night....they were happy for me. I think they had been expecting it would happen eventually. I started my papers that very night. With the hustle and bustle of my insane school schedule, my job at Timpview (I love that job and those girls so much!) and distractions galore, it took me a while to complete my papers. I didn't tell many people - I wanted to keep it on the down low...just in case I changed my mind or something. I immediately noticed greater adversity and resistance throughout my day, much of that I will attribute to the adversary. He knows our weaknesses and works on us consistently and gently. 2 Nephi 26 and 2 Nephi 28 teaches us that the devil leads people carefully, with a flaxen (weak) cord, slowly until he binds us and leads us to hell. Don't worry, I wasn't doing anything too sketchy! However, I would get distracted easily, be super unmotivated to study, I'd get confused, and doubt my decision to go. Luckily, things continued to fall into place...it was amazing to see the small tender mercies that began to flow freely. Those little miracles remind me that when we are diligently trying to do the right thing, we will be blessed! 

On October 3, I recorded in my journal: "Life is full of fun, rewarding, challenging, difficult, and amazing experiences! The thoughts that continue to weigh most heavily on my mind are those of a mission - they continue to work on me and motivate me to improve (thank you, Holy Ghost! Keep the purification juices coming!). After months of being fearful and scared of a mission, I have finally conquered it! Although those feelings sometimes slip into my mind, overall I am very excited! So excited in fact, that  I want to withdraw from all of my classes, turn in my papers, and leave in 2 weeks. I'd love that....but its awfully unpractical."

I finally turned in my papers on October 16. I was nearly sick because I was so dang nervous for my interview with my Stake President. Why? Because I'm a worry wart. The interview was fantastic. I won't go into details, but I left his office feeling so good! He is a man of God and is so in tune with the Spirit. I'm grateful to have such awesome priesthood leaders in my ward and stake. They're a bunch of spiritual studs! I am going to marry a man like that!!!!! 

Once again, I drove to and parked myself in my favorite parking spot in the most western lot of the temple and soaked it all in. The words of the primary songs, "I hope they call me on a mission" and "I love to see the temple" flowed through my head....super cheesy, I know. But it was so appropriate as I faced the temple and saw the missionaries walking around on the grounds taking pictures. :)

The next step? The waiting game...would it be a week and a half? Two? Wrong. To my horror, I had to wait 3 entire weeks to open my call....read my tales of junk in my mail box, dumb postmen, tears (yes, I cried....three times), band tour, threats of mission call steaming and sabotage, long drives home, and the contents of the envelope in my next blog post. *dun dun DUNNNN!!!!!*

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