Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Called to Serve

It came. IT FINALLY CAME! After what has felt like an eternity, my mission call arrived in my mailbox this afternoon. And of all times, it was just minutes before I was leaving for the dance studio. So of course for the next few hours I basically watched the clock change from minute to minute. You know how they say "the watched pot never boils"? Well, it's true. Longest three hours of my LIFE. I had texted/called all my family and friends to let them know and to ask them to come to the church to witness the opening of my call.

I got home, ran inside like a banshee and quickly changed clothes and put on some make up. I just threw up my hair in a pony--now be aware that my bangs are in that awkward phase where they're too long to hang outside of my ponytails, but too long to stay down, so they just stick straight up out of my ponytail--as we're walking out the door to go to the church, my mom comments: "You're wearing your hair like that? This is how your future children are going to see you opening your mission call..." My response: "Haters gonna hate". Seriously! What I look like is the least of my worries right now. Besides, I'm sure that by the time my children are old enough to watch my mission call video and comprehend how ridiculous my hair is, they will already have a pretty good idea of how ridiculous I am anyway. I actually think it's kind of cute when my bangs still stick up like that. I feel like Cindy-Lou-Who.


We get to the church and wait for everyone to show up. My best friend of nearly 10 years, Isabelle, is in town visiting her family because her brother just got home from his mission this week, so luckily she got to be there, along with my grandma, both of my parents, all my siblings, my sweet friend Heather, the elders, and some other wardies that trickled in. I also had my best friends from Utah Skype in. Shout out to technology. We had an opening prayer, I gave a short speech, and nervously opened the fat envelope. My hands were so crazy sweaty. I read "Dear Sister Yance" to myself about 8 times before I actually read the letter.

"...You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints..."

I was ugly crying by this point.

I moved the envelope down a line to reveal...

"...You are assigned to labor in the FLORIDA ORLANDO MISSION."

WHAT!!!!! (que cheers and applause) It was crazy because my friend Samantha (whose blog you should check out) is also going on a mission and this is the mission I guessed for her, and she for me. I pointed at her when I read it.

I report to the Provo MTC on January 27, 2016, and will be speaking ENGLISH. Thank heaven.

My grandma was so happy. She took us kids out to Braum's for ice cream to celebrate. When we got home, I wasted zero time opening up my mission booklet. Now if you'll excuse me, I have quite the checklist to get started on.

I'm coming for ya, Orlando!!