Mission: Possible

It's almost time for me to leave for my mission. This has been a great summer: busy but great. I've been able to spend lots of time with family, relatives, and friends. Whether I was boating on Lake Washington with my family, jumping in the lake with cousins at a family reunion, or dancing the night away with friends, I enjoyed every minute of my summer in Seattle. Now my parents dropped the bomb that they will probably be moving while I'm on my mission. If all goes according to plan, I will be coming back to a new house when I return: not the house I've lived in for 20 years. Even so, I've learned countless times that it's not the places or the things that matter; it's the people you love. So onward I go to the MTC in Provo, knowing that those I love will be cheering for me.

As I pack up my room, ready my bags, and clean the house for my farewell festivities, many crazy things are happening. Firstly, I got sick, and they don't let you in the MTC if you're sick. Thank you to Heavenly Father, I am getting better. Secondly, I stepped on a rusty can. So if I don't die of swine flu, I will die of tetanus. In all seriousness, though, I am feeling great. A little nervous, yes; a little overwhelmed, yes; but a little excited, SI!

I'm ready to jump off the precipice and tackle this latest challenge. I know that I will not be able to do this by myself. Only through Christ can I have the strength and the ability to serve a full-time mission. So I'm counting on His help, because I definitely need it.