The day finally came…My mission call arrived! It
started out like every other day I have had the last few weeks: staying up late
the night before, waking up late the next morning, and trying to stay busy with
things before I had to work. It had been a little over 3 weeks since I
submitted my papers into President Clare. I was hoping that this Wednesday
would be THE Wednesday different from the previous two weeks.
I was excited all morning. Thoughts of where I would
go, people I would meet, and experiences I would have consumed my brain. I had
my call sent to my parents house, because I knew if I had it sent to my Apt. I
would rip that thing open the second I got my hands on it. This was my way of
having “self-control” I jokingly told people if they wanted to witness me open
my Mission call they would have to “meet me at the mailbox!”
I was constantly texting my mom and having her check
the mail. I wanted to know the minute the letter with my name on it got there.
Even though I knew the mailman doesn't swing by our house ‘til about 3:00 pm, I
was hoping for a mail delivery miracle! Looking back I realize it was another
lesson on having patience…looks like I still need some work with that one! ;)
After receiving a call from Lexi, informing me that
there was a big white envelope with Sister Marble’s name on it. I frantically looked for someone to cover my shift at Costa Vida. After getting
back into the clothes that will forever smell like Mexican food, I had given up
hope, I didn't think tonight would be the night that I found out where I would
be living for the next 18 months.
After what seemed like the longest 2 hours of my
life they let me go home early, I think I was because of my good behavior J
I called my Dad as I sprinted back to my apartment.
The cars passing must have thought I was crazy! I gathered everybody from my
apartment that wanted to come watch me open my call. They were surprised when I
told them we can all fit in my parent’s car.
When the MORMON ATTACK VEHICLE pulled up we all
piled in and headed down to Salem. I was breathless when we went up the
driveway, not sure if it was out of excitement or the fact that I had just ran
home from work.
I walked into my house it was full of Friends and Family, who were just
as excited as I was. I was in a daze, although I was excited to see them all, I
was there for one thing and one thing only.
FINALLY I HAD MY HANDS ON IT!
I opened it, in big
bold letters the first page said:
Sister Marble,
You are called to
serve in the…
Wait for it…
WAIT FOR IT …
PROVO UT MISSION
My heart Dropped! Why would President play a prank at a time like this? I started searching for the real letter. It wasn't ‘til after everybody started laughing that I realized it wasn't President Monson playing the prank…It was my family!! My brother pulled an
identical envelope from behind his back.
THERE SHOULD BE SOME KIND OF COMMANDMENT AGAINST FORGING A MISSION
CALL!!
Hoping this was the last time I open MY CALL tonight, I grab it from my
little brother. I couldn't keep the tears back as I read that I would be
serving in Sao Paulo Brazil. I thought “is this another joke.” I didn't believe
I was going to go to Brazil. As I read on I learned that I would speak
Portuguese, and that I would leave for the MTC in Brazil on April 24th,
2013. A sudden confirmation fell over me; I knew this was where the Lord needed
me. None of the other places I use to think of even felt right. This was my “DREAM”
mission; this is where I wanted to be. Nothing could wipe the smile off my
face. That moment was worth the wait. I am looking forward to serving the
people of Sao Paulo Brazil, and being an instrument in the Lord’s Hands.
