The returned missionary. To all the awkward, the spiritual, the confused, the unsure Returned Missionaries out there who found it harder to leave the mission than to leave your family. To those first few moments bawling in the airport, to the first few times sneaking a few peeks at the TV, still listening to EFY 1987-2010, still feeling guilty when you quote movie lines or notice someone looked particularly attractive today.....
To this. past midnight. facebooked much to much and still searching diligently for that full time job that you need to get in order to pay for school, so you can get an education so you can support the spouse you are suppose to find, so you can be married for time and all eternity so you can have those eight children you are suppose to have, so you can watch them all grow and go through the same process you went through....
Suitcases are unpacked...mostly...
Tears were shed...most of them anyway.
Memories have been revisited...over and over and over again.
It has been an interesting month (to the day). I don't think one thing worked out the way it was "suppose" to according to my list. But wow, if this is any indication, God must have something REALLY good in store for me in the future. I'm kind of really excited to find out where this upside down life is going to take me!
My mission meant the world to me. I learned how to love people. I thought I knew before, but really? I had no idea. More importantly, I learned how God loves people. I thought I knew that too.
I loved my mission.
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