Saturday, June 25, 2011

Teaching Mom To Blog

I am leaving.

Soon.

There are so many emotions mixing around inside me that I don't really know how to take it all in. I know that I am excited. And scared. And nervous. And ready. And joyful, but sad.

I've learned something this past week: going on a mission is kind of like dying. Everyone makes a big deal about saying goodbye. And everyone cries. Not that these things are bad, I just didn't expect them! What I expected was for everyone to be as excited as me! I didn't expect tears, or attention.

I will miss my family and friends. I will miss seeing my Shanelle and Deboney date guys that aren't good enough for them and seeing my little Ry-face nephew grow up. I will miss talking to my mom, and visiting with my dad. I will miss movies with Keegan, and games with Mckel and Ragan. I will miss the holiday and "just because we're hungry and we kinda love each other and stuff" dinners. And I will miss Jazzie and Brishey. I will miss going to my friend's weddings and game nights and hikes and "art" and trips to places.
I will miss a lot...

But I know what I am doing is right, and I am so grateful that I have been given this wonderful opportunity! I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is true. I know that the hope of eternal life with our Father in Heaven is more than what hope is thought of in the world - it's real. It's a promise. And God and Jesus don't make promises they can't keep. And just like in real death, with this mission death, I will see my family and friends again. And those friends that I make on my mission, I will see them again after I come back to home too.

Brother King in institute yesterday shook my hand, looked me in the eye, and told me with a serious look of joy,
"Sister Springer, give 'em Heaven."
And oh, I will.

1 comment:

  1. you're the loveliest. you already know what i think.

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