Waiting on the road to Damascus

Waiting is part of life. We all wait in all moments. I had to wait to be born, to get old enough to go to England alone, to travel to the US and see my dreams come true...
Now I am waiting again... For my mission call.

I have been a short time missionary for a small period of time during this semester. Six weeks of what seemed to me to be a lifetime of sorrows, joy, outbursts of laughter and tears. All of that came together to teach me something real: I am not alone in this world and there are more people out there. People who NEED a Savior, a helping hand, a glimpse of hope and a shoulder to cry on. People who need angels to light up the way. The word "angel" means messenger. What better messenger can there be than a missionary preaching the best news of all, the Gospeal of Jesus Christ?

The first few days were dificult. I had a hard companion to live with. We had distinct personalities and could not seem to get along. For one week this went on. Finally, I got transferred to a diferent area. Now, I was in a trio with two amazing girls. But somehow halfway I realised that I HAD LEARNED something really precious with my first companion. Something my other companios lacked and I was missing. Now I knew how important it was. Anyway, I was teaching, learning and growing. The first thing I noticed is how amazingly simple the Gospel of Jesus Christ is. We try to make it harder by going through deep douctrine and thoughts, but it actually is quite simple and it should be simply taught. We need to stick with the simple things so we can understand the great... all in the Lord´s time and not ours.

After another week, I got transferred again. This time I had only one companion. She was the best. She was there for me from the start. She helped me reach for my goals and believe I could be able to overcome and reach. I spent one month with her and when the time came to say good-bye, I was quite sad that it was over. But we had had so much fun together, that I did not even care about not having that anymore. I have my memory to help me remember the good times.

In a nutshell, I can say that I am a better person today than I was in the past, before that short time mission. I am still waiting for my call. It´s closer than ever and all I have is a felling of gratefulness. The Lord has put in my way people who could care, lead, embrance, comfort, guide, inspire and love me.

I don´t know what the future holds for me, but I know it will all be well.

I love my Savior. I love His Gospel. I love God and I love being a missionary.