... and the papers are in!!!!

you can fall in love with pretty strangers and the promises they hold.

Today I had to face my two biggest fears: blood and needles.

I had my doctors appointment for my mission which I have been dreading.
When I first walked into the office I was greeted by an old lady receptionist
telling me I didn't even look 15 years old. I later added to this misconception
by acting like I'm not yet 15. (I was a HUGE wuss).
The people at the doctors office were so nice. They told me that I was their
first 19 year old sister missionary and they were all so excited to be helping me:)

The blood/needles weren't as bad as I was expecting but they were still pretty
darn horrible.
The blood  wasn't taken from my arm like I thought it would be, instead it was
much more humane. I got stabbed in my finger really hard with a needle and had
to bleed into a little vial.

They gave me a dumdum because I handled it so well. :)

But then I got outside and nearly threw up and started hyperventilating so I had to sit on the sidewalk and wait until I could safely drive. (This happened when I got a TB shot a couple months ago so it's nothing to be concerned about). Once I got in the car I started crying.

I'm fine now but unfortunately more tortures are still in store for me, I have to go to the
health clinic tomorrow to get caught up on my immunizations. I haven't had any since Kindergarten! So yes, I have to get four awful shots. I'm freaking out obviously.

Okay done complaining.

I have been absolutely so blessed since I decided to go on my mission.
The one thing I was most worried about was the financial situation.
My mom doesn't have money to help out and I don't have enough
money to pay for everything myself.
My mom told me not to worry and that everything would work out and
let me tell you, it has!

The day I decided to start my papers my grandma walker offered to pay $100 a month
for my mission (1/4 of the mission).
My grandpa warner offered to pay 1/4 as well.
Then my old bishop and his wife called and offered to pay another 1/4 of my mission!
I am stunned by how generous they are. I am forever grateful.

During the appointment today we were talking about how I have slight asthma problems
but have never gotten an inhaler because it's not worth the money because the asthma
is handlable without one. My doctor left the room and next thing you know come back in with an
inhaler for me for free!
My mom and I had been really worried that the doctors appointment was going to be very
expensive because I don't have anyhealth insurance. My mom went to pay while I was still recuperating for my awful finger prick
and she discovered that my doctor had comped the entire visit. He didn't charge
us a thing. It was the sweetest thing and definitely made me tear up.

I am just truly amazed by the generosity of people.
I am so so grateful for everyone who has helped out already. 
I am going to repay them by being the best missionary I
possibly can.

GUYS, I'm going on mission.

 

I recieved my patriarchal blessing in May and it told me I would serve a mission (either a lifetime calling or a full-time mission), the last thing in the world I wanted to do was serve a full-time mission. I didn't want to leave my life behind. I didn't want to be almost 23 when I got back. I didn't want to get my life started so late. I convinced myself that a lifetime mission it was.

 

Then last week my mom told me that she had an impression that I would go on a mission. I prayed about it and it was confirmed that I would go. I cried. I said I would go if I was supposed to but I would rather die. (Don't worry I wouldn't really rather die).We were so confused as to why these impressions were coming now when I wouldn't be leaving for another two years. I began to pray for the desire to go so when the time came I wouldn't have these same feelings.

 

Saturday morning I heard the beloved prophets announcement. I cried. This time with happiness because of the strong spirit I felt. I knew this was it. I could go on a mission NOW. I could be back when I was 21, not leaving. This changed everything. My fears were all washed away. Immediately I decided I would start my papers and prepare to serve the lord.

 

Before I had dreaded the mission and now I am so ecstatic. Honestly I listened to very little of the rest of the first session. I was jumping up and down and crying and smiling and repeating: "I am going on a mission!!" Mitchell told me I was being annoying. So what.

 

I am so happy that Heavenly Father has given me the desire to go. I am so anxious for the opportunity to serve the lord and bring people to this great church. The church is true! I know it.

 

I have a meeting with my bishop on Thursday to start my papers. It's all so real. What am I going to do with my car? With my clothes? With my housing contract? With my school plans? Ah. It will all work out. I know it will.