Growing up where I did, there weren’t a lot of people (like my graduating class had 22 people!!) let alone LDS people on the island. There was/still is a LOT of opposition and anti-Mormon vibes towards my family and the members in our small branch. Because of that I was always hesitant to “let my light so shine,” though I tried my best to be a good example of what we believe. Serving a mission seemed like it would be my chance to stand tall and share what I believed without fear of embarrassment, ridicule or judgement from people my family interacted and worked with everyday. No one thought I’d really serve a mission, I wasn’t “the type” boys in my ward would say, then would ask me out-like maybe that would sway me!
I was sure it was what I was supposed to do and was hoping the french classes I took in high school and college would inspire the Lord to call me to Europe. Not really, He sent me to Indiana. English speaking. Yeah….I’ll admit lots of tears were shed about it. But it’s all good. Heavenly Father as usual knew what He was doing.
When I got home, I had the confidence to share with my neighbors and friends what I know to be true. Most just smiled and listened, at least they weren’t rude! I hope and pray it will make a difference in their lives someday.
I loved being a missionary so much. I have always had a testimony or the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and enjoyed teaching people about our Heavenly Father’s plan of Happiness.
If you are considering a mission, I will talk you into it!