Up until a few months ago, I wasn’t sure I was meant to serve a mission. Growing up, I had always flirted with the idea…but the timing for everything just didn’t seem right. I take school pretty seriously and I didn’t see how a mission fit into me getting an education, getting married, etc. While I’m sure this is the case for a lot of young women deciding to serve, my decision to labor was influenced by the recent change in missionary age applicability. I was 19 when the announcement was made, and I am now 20. Not that far from 21…but significant enough to matter. I just finished my core at school and were I to finish out school before serving, the promise of a career following a year and a half out of the field was unlikely. So the age…it at least got me thinking that this could be a possibility.
I’m a very social individual at Tech. I’m involved in a lot of campus organizations, and leaving during my prime college years, well it was a difficult thing to face up to. I didn’t know if I was willing to sacrifice all my friends and the fun times I was having here in college. At the end of the day though, I looked around and saw my friends taking co-ops and internships and I realized that it was my turn to do something for me in my life that would truly bring me lifelong happiness.
Every time I’ve considered not serving a mission, some event slaps me across the back of the head that reassures me that I need to go. While I was praying about whether or not I wanted to serve a mission, I remember watching a talk by Jeffery R. Holland from last conference. He said “What I need are disciples. I need someone to preach my gospel and defend my faith.” In an effort to demonstrate my love for the Savior during my brief time on Earth, I can think of no better way than to feed his sheep by sharing the message of his ministry to the people in Tokyo.