Before I received my mission call, I was thinking of all the many parts of the world that need the gospel. I started my papers in January and did not realize then that it would not be until May when I got my call. I had a lot of time to talk to people and anticipate where the Lord needed me. In that time, I had a conversation with a friend who told me that she distinctly remembered hearing that it was not safe enough for white sister missionaries to serve in Africa and so they were never assigned to go there. Little did we both know that it was the northern countries of Africa that it applies to, and the southern countries are a lot safer. Two days later I would receive a mission call that assigned me to just that. I have been called as a missionary to serve in the Zimbabwe, Harare Mission. I leave on September 19th to the Provo MTC and to say that I am excited is an understatement.
Ever since I was a little girl, I told my parents that I would serve a mission someday. I am so grateful for President Monson and his announcement that the missionary age changed. It affected a lot of missionaries right when he announced it, but I had no clue that it would affect me just as much. Waiting to go these past four months has been a roller coaster of emotions. In the end, I am so happy I did have so much time. I had opportunities to spend time with family and friends, prepare myself spiritually, come to know my Savior in such a personal way, and having the opportunity to work in the temple. I have been waiting so long, and am so excited to bring the gospel to the people who need it. I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly father, who has assured me time and time again that the people of Zimbabwe need me specifically. There was no mistake that he needs me there. It will not be easy, and I will have to give up many comforts I enjoy. But I will receive no greater joy in my life than being a missionary and teaching people of our Savior and his wonderful gospel.
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