Here I am. At the end.
1.5 years. 18 months. 79 weeks. 553 days.
I've
learned a lot. It's kind of impossible not to. But I'm going to tell
you one of the greatest and best kept secrets of all full-time
missionaries:
Missions are absolutely terrible.
They
are hot, sweaty, tiring, and emotionally, physically, and spiritually
draining. There are days and weeks and months of rejection and stress.
It is harder than you can imagine to spend 24/7 with a complete stranger
with whom you may or may not have anything in common. You eat way too
much food and then hardly any food at all. You'll walk ten miles one day
and then sit inside for eight hours the next. Some days you doubt
everything you believe in and have spiritual breakdowns and have to
patch it up before you go into a random house after 4 hours of knocking
and have to teach something you wonder is true. You have to smile and
hug everyone even when you want to curl up in a ball and not talk to
anyone. You have to practice teaching the same 5 lessons over and over
and over again and you would not believe how boring a mission can
possibly be. And you go months and months without seeing anyone
progress or commit and it is the hardest thing not to let discouragement
creep in.
To quote Hermana Johnson, "it is the worst two years."
Please don't stop reading... because I have one more thing to say:
Missions are absolutely wonderful.
President
Baker taught me that the key to having a successful mission is to
remember the miracles. Do you think that Jesus is sad because He
suffered, or does He rejoice because He triumphed?
The mission is exactly how you remember it to be.
Because
the moment you see someone step into the waters of baptism and receive
the gift of the Holy Ghost, it is all worth it. You see the light of
Christ enter their lives. You see people change. You have the
opportunity to see the weight of sin and sorrow lift from their
shoulders. Sometimes we might forget why we go out. But that moment
always reminds you. Missions are the best.
They are the
greatest learning experiences, they show you your limits and your
potential. They teach you the gospel, you meet people you'd never have
looked at before, you learn what is means to put someone before
yourself for the first time in your short life. You get a Mission
President -- someone to look up to for the rest of your life. You learn
how to have perspective. You make short term goals. You make long term
goals. You come to savor the gospel, the scriptures, prayer, and
obedience. You begin to learn the meaning of sacrifice. You learn how to
love people and see the world a little more like the Savior does.
You learn about the Atonement.
You learn that Jesus Christ suffered for you. And died for you. And paid your debt of sins and sorrows.
For
the last 18 months I have been His representative. My purpose has been
to invite others to come unto Christ by helping them receive the
restored gospel through faith in Jesus Christ and His Atonement,
repentance, baptism, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost, and enduring
to the end.
But just because I'm taking off the missionary name tag doesn't mean I'm not His representative. I am a disciple of
Jesus Christ. I have taken His name upon me by covenant of baptism. It doesn't end
here.
In fact, this is just the beginning.
Con Amor,
For the last time,
HERMANA FLETCHER