Look at that beautiful white envelope. Inside it holds information about the next year and a half of my life.
Right now it's sitting at home, four hours away. Today is Thursday and I open it on Sunday. However I'm driving down tomorrow. That means almost three days of staring at it.
I don't know if I'll make it.
I actually thought it was going to come next week. The stake president said that I could expect it to come within 10 days. Except by the next Sunday my call status was still saying that it hadn't been assigned. My bishop gave me a sad shake of his head and told me to expect another week delay.
I started being a tad selfish; praying that I would be sent somewhere cool or somewhere that I wouldn't be embarrassed about.
Tsk tsk, Megan. What were you thinking? Then a wise person told me that when he was waiting for his mission call to come he prayed that he would be sent somewhere that would help him grow to his best potential. It seems so obvious that I should have prayed for that, but it honestly didn't enter my mind. I stewed over that for a couple of days, then yesterday I decided that it was relevant to me and I better get my act together and stop being so selfish. The next morning (today) my bishop informed me that my call had been assigned!
An hour later my mom called me and said "I think you better come home tomorrow." Except my phone kept cutting out so the conversation went like this:
"I think you better come home tomorrow."
"I think you better come home tomorrow!"
"Come. Home. Tomorrow."
"YOU'RE FEELING SORROW?"
"COME HOME TOMORROW YOUR CALL IS HERE."
"OH MY GOOOOSSSHHHHH!"
I was paraphrasing it, but that's how it felt.
But it's hhheeerrreeee! I'm a lot more calm than I thought I would be. That will all change when I'm actually able to hold it in my hands.
Sister Megan Murset.
Dun dun duuuunnnnn.....