The wait!

Aloha to all my family and friends!

Today marks the first day of a very special occasion;THE WAIT!!! Which means that thankfully my mission papers are in! Now I have to come up with clever ways to distract myself for the next 2 weeks! Thankfully, I live in Hawaii so it is easy enough to find distractions, aka beach, work at the PCC and of course, school. However I still find myself at times daydreaming about all the 346 places I could possibly serve in, and I decided I needed another creative outlet. Hence, the start of this fabulous blog! So, here I am waiting, and waiting and waiting. Man oh man guys! It's hard to wait! These past couple of weeks have been strenuous, faced with a broken foot, positive Tb tests, chest and foot x-rays, midterms and many other such exciting things, so getting my papers done has been a miracle indeed! Regardless, they are done and complete and totally out my hands now. During the process, I was a little-whittle-bit naggy with the Bishop, and the poor bishop's secretary,  and the Stake President, AND his secretary. Let's just say that I was texting my Bishop at 5am and leaving countless voice-mails for the stake president's secretary, to make sure that I could get everything in in a timely manner. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm just as important and anxious as the next girl, BUT my Daddy is coming, and I really really REALLY want him to be here when I get my call. So, I suppose that in the appropriate Mormon spirit, I should probably make some cookies and/or casserole for them to thank them for their patience and what-not. Nonetheless they complied with my wishes, and my mission papers are officially in! My only option is to accept that I can't call the Prophet and ask him to "pretty, pretty, please, hurry up" whenever I feel anxious. Well, now that I think about it...... there is a girl who lives upstairs who is 2nd cousins with Elder Holland... now that's a connection to consider! Nah, I'll leave it to the Lords time.

So a quick note about my stake interview; During our little chat, and my happy tears that left me hiccuping for an hour after the interview, he asked me to share my testimony with him. Oh boy, at this point I was turning into a human fountain, with a little of statue made of tissues sitting next to me. I beamed back at him and smiled through the tears and said, "Oh, where do I even begin?" He chuckled, (I swear to you he knew just the questions to ask me to get the stream a-flowin') I began to bear testimony to him, how I never have had a doubt in my mind that my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ live and love me. I told him how I have a personal testimony of the atonement, and how I know that without the gospel, my life would be very different. I feel the influence of the spirit in my life daily, and I am so grateful for everything I have here and all experiences I have had up until this point in my life.

I am so excited to receive my mission call, and have NO IDEA where in this world I am headed, but all I know is that I'll go where the Lord wants me to go! And no matter where I go, I will cry, and jump and scream with excitement. My roommate Paige likes to make fun of me and my happy tears: she thinks I cry all the time, but I suppose you could say I do. I explained it to her like this. I have an emotional scale that ranges from from 1-10, 10 being elated happiness and 1 being like the most depressed I have ever been (I don't venture there) So I told her that when I am between a 3 and 7, I am fine! But once I go above or below, I cry. And with all the missionary excitement, I keep hitting 11 and 12, and I cry. Like I said before, human fountain. Regardless, I cry with joy, and I can't believe I wrote all this. Hopefully I'm not too all over the place, but look for new posts every few days, I'll be keeping all you lovelies posted on all of my comings and goings

Until the next time, I bid you all adieu!