to just get over it. It really wasn't all that bad, or was it?
Ten years ago this last August I entered the MTC. I didn't love my mission. In fact, since I've been home I've taken it upon myself to warn every girl planning on going about the church's best kept secret - the REAL mission. Everyone says it is hard but you really don't have any idea until you are out there crying yourself to sleep night after night. Since I've been home I've had two nightmares where I wake up sweating and my heart is beating fast - they both have to do with me serving another mission.
While I was serving in the Texas San Antonio Mission (TSAM) I found lots of things to do to kill time - they were all legal. Here are some examples:
I found a less active family that had a daughter who played basketball and we talked our district leader into letting us go to her games - was that selfishness or service? I know what my motivation was ...
I picked up a harmonica and learned to play
I practiced my yo-yo tricks
I made friends with cool sisters who were never my companions
I made friends with my last companion who (or is it whom? Did anyone see the most recent episode of the office?) I adore and look up to for so many reasons and who likes to milk cows (that is not one of the reasons).
A few months ago I got together with these mission friends and as we all talked about the good old days, I literally could not remember the people they were talking about; the missionaries that I served with and the people I taught. I think I blocked the whole thing out.
Since then for some reason, I've been thinking about the whole mission experience and I've recently gotten in touch with some of those missionaries and people I met in Texas that I love and had lost touch with. I guess since the whole experience was so traumatic and life changing, you have a bond with these people that you can't really explain. The other night I got out my mission scrapbook and realized how much I really had forgotten and that it was't all bad. I did learn a lot and I did meet a lot of cool people and I learned to humble myself and rely on the Lord.
Slap - stop it Katy! Be done with the cheese! Ok - I swore that my blog would never be this cheezy but I'm noticing that my posts are getting more and more that way. Oh well - that is me. Take it or leave it.
PS - in my mission the elders and sisters would spend P-day together and eat out together etc. I think that is why so many of them married each other. Who am I forgetting - it seems like there were more ...
Stookey & Elmer
Moulding & Hess
Eddy & Zobrist
Pickup & Wilcox
Weeks & Ambrose