Finally Receiving my Mission Call and what I learned

Well I finally have my mission call :) Utah Salt Lake City West Mission, Spanish speaking. I leave May 22.

So last Friday, after going to a mission call opening for a friend, my excitement over the mission call returned.  The week began and I had a strong feeling that this would be the week that I would open my mission call. And everything seemed to be working out. I wasn't scheduled to work at all that weekend, yet the next week (this week) I would have a lot of work that I really can't afford to be getting out of. (I'm broke) So it just seemed perfect that my mission call should come that week and I could go home to Vegas to open it. However, that Sunday was Stake Conference, so I never saw my Bishop to ask him if my call was on its way. In a way, I was afraid of making any plans to travel to Vegas until I knew for sure I had my mission call, but there was no way of knowing. But I kept feeling I was going to open it this week. Finally I decided to take a leap of faith and assume it was coming, and plan on coming down to Vegas that weekend. Not long after, my mom asked my Bishop if my call was in the mail. He said it had been assigned the previous Friday but had received no confirmation that it was in the mail.

I was crushed when I found out. Week after week it kept being put off, and finally it felt like I would be getting this week, only to be told that it wasn't coming. I was perplexed. If they assigned it last Friday, why didn't they put in the mail? What are they doing with it? Holding on to it? I supposed that whatever feeling I had had all week was just my own wishful thinking, that it wasn't the Spirit telling me I was going to open my mission call this week. That's what hurt the most: thinking it was the Spirit, putting my faith in that, and that having that faith crushed.

Finally, after thinking it over, I decided to go home that weekend anyways, because I was out of food, and I really wanted to eat something other than peanut butter and plain pasta, as that was what I was eating for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

That night, after my parents had already gone to bed, my dad felt for some reason like he should go downstairs and check my mom's phone. He did and she had received a text from the bishop saying that he had just received confirmation that my mission call was in the mail. My mom immediately called me, and the moment she said that, I burst into sobbing tears. I think I scared my mom; she couldn't tell if I was happy or sad, or if I was even Celeste, because I went into hysterics, I was so relieved.

We figured that my call had been put in the mail that Wednesday, and so then the question was, would it make it to my house in time? Before going to bed, I read in the Book of Mormon about having a trial of your faith before experiencing miracles. Immediately I felt calm and decided to just have faith that my call would make it to my house in time for me to read it this weekend.

Well the very next day it showed up in the mail at my parents house. Which means it had to have been put in the mail much earlier than Wednesday. I was so excited. I knew with all my heart that I HAD felt the Spirit earlier that week telling me I would open my call this week, and I no longer had any doubts that that would happen.

Friday rolled along, the day Lexi and I planned to drive home...and it started to snow. Lexi was pretty nervous, but I was very calm. I knew we were going to make it home and I was going to open my mission call. And we did make it home safely.

So Saturday night my family came over, we ate really good tri-tip, friends and neighbors came over, and I opened my mission call. It was pretty unexpected. Salt Lake City. My dad guessed temple square, so pretty close. Everyone keeps laughing though that I am only going 45 minutes away from where I currently live. But I know this is where the Lord wants me to be, and I am excited to learn Spanish as I have been wanting and trying to learn Spanish for many years now.

And well, now I am back in school, in the middle of midterms and it's kind of daunting the amount of work I have to do this week. But I'll get it done. Because that is what I have learned throughout this, is that I have to have faith before God will show His power and give his miracles. I have also learned that I can recognize the Spirit, and I have to have faith both in myself, in my ability to feel and recognize the Spirit, and in the Lord that he will keep His promises.