Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I just got home from taking my 2nd oldest nephew to the MTC. His family lives in Ohio and the church now requests that unless you live in Utah, that families say their goodbyes in their home state. Because I live here, I was able to pick him up from the airport, have him stay at my house last night and take him there this morning. Much to my surprise, it hasn't changed at ALL since I went there as a missionary 14 years ago.
It was the same signs, the same instructions, the same video, even the lobby and the map where I stood pointing to Argentina was the same.
I was unprepared to the flood of emotions it all brought back to me. My mission was such a life changing experience and essentially solidified the personality I have today. I am not saying that it wasn't full of trial or full of unexpected turns (coming home sick and being reassigned stateside being the biggest one) but it still was such a necessary part of my personal growth. There was a reason for my constant "feeling" of needing to serve a mission that I had since I was about 17 years old. I am the woman I am today (for better or worse) because I served a mission.
So, today, I am feeling sad, happy and full of nostalgia as I experienced sending my nephew off on his mission. I pray (literally) that it is a WONDERFUL experience for him.