My Call

This week I received my mission call.  I've been called to the Brazil, Florianopolis mission.  I will admit, beforehand, when I would get asked where I wanted to go, I'd either say it didn't matter or that I'd like to go somewhere Spanish speaking.  Those were my feelings.  Although, when someone would suggest Brazil, I would get this secret fear or reluctance, like I didn't want to go there.

When I opened my call my mind was racing.  I saw the passport application and immediately knew I was going foreign.  Then I pulled out the official letter/call and started reading.  Before I said a single thing I saw the word Brazil.  It hit me like a wall, but not in a bad way.  Let me explain what I mean.

I've had a bit of a tough year.  Looking back on it now, it wasn't very full of trials or anything, I just allowed myself to fall pretty far.  Around four months ago I decided enough was enough.  I started hauling myself out of the pit I dug for myself.  It's been an amazing journey, and I have learned a lot.  It seems that whenever I get close to the "top," where I feel my abilities stop or that I don't need to do more, something new opens up and I can see another few steps up the hill.

This is how I felt when I read my call.  The next few steps of my life appeared.  I knew the things that I needed to do.  I can see where I am going now.

Since then I have been learning even more than I thought was possible.  Portuguese is an amazing language, and I can only imagine how much more I have to learn.  I would continue on, but I have too much to do, and I can't wait any longer to do it.