Sunday, January 30, 2011

soup and such

I made soup this week, I was so sad because it was my most vivid culinary failure in several months, minus some ill fated cupcakes over the holidays. That will teach me to use generic brand baking mixes. The soup recipe was from the Food Network Magazine, Mushroom Hummus soup, I feel so ill advised. I just love hummus, and mushrooms, who knew?
Today Brooke and I read my Portuguese text book, shoot. I have lots to learn and remember. My mother, bless her fuzzy little heart, has been putting up with me very bravely, she can't wait for June either! I am continually amazed that preparations still ahead for me to go, but I have never met a shopping trip that I didn't like:)

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Called to Serve



I have been called to serve in the Brazil Teresina Mission. I report to the Brazilian MTC on June 22, 2011.
Wahoo!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Nope, not yet.

Me and my big mouth. No mission call this week. I can finally say that I am at peace about the whole thing, and when the day does come that I open that mission call, I will be ready and excited. In the mean time, I really need to be distracted... anyone want to take on the task??

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Worth it, but still waiting.

Waiting for my mission call has seemed like a mission all on its own. About a year before I was old enough to go on a mission, I began to plan when I would take time off from my college schedule, when my date of availability would be, and what was the earliest day I could turn in my mission papers. Waiting for the process to begin took long enough.
As I began the process, my medical exams showed irregularities that led to two extra months of examinations, at least 6 doctors, and several tests and procedures. It all began with a heart murmur, which is nothing incredibly irregular. After an echo cardiogram (which is basically a heart ultrasound), more red flags arose and I was referred to a pulmonologist for more answers. Two more cardiologists later, I found myself scheduled for more appointments, to discover if I had pulmonary hypertension or not. The last procedure required me to be admitted to the hospital. As I was sitting in cardiac intensive care, the very week that I had first anticipated receiving a mission call, I wondered if I really wanted to go through more hassle. The final word was that I had a clean bill of health, with a mild, run of the mill heart murmur. Thankful not to have a life changing physical condition, I was and still am glad for the opportunity to find out that I am alright before things became critical.
After medical examinations, I was given a clean bill of health a week later and I was able to continue on with my missionary application. More questions, more confusion, and working with my Stake leaders over the week of Christmas, the delays seemed to pile on and on. And on. And on.
Today is now Wednesday, the day that my call letter was supposed to come. It isn't here. I began my mission papers almost five months ago, and I have been on what I can only call a roller coaster. I have been more frustrated and more sad than I have ever been about any other decision in my life.
Here is the good part. After the delays, after the tears (and there may be more), I know now what I didn't know at the beginning. I know that my life is truly in the Lord's hands. As my mother keeps reminding me, this is just preparation for a mission call that will be exactly what I need, and exactly where the Lord needs me. I know that I am a beloved daughter of God, and that even though I am not his most patient child, I am still blessed beyond measure. I am so excited to go share my testimony with some of my brothers and sisters, and no matter where I go, this journey so far has been worth it.