Mission Call Arrival- Preparing and Potatoes

After a long week at camp, I was eager to be notified if there was a surprise waiting for me in the mail box. Once we had drove down a long mountain road, dodging some cattle here and there, I held down on the power button of my phone. Reception kicked in, and there were no new texts regarding my call. I knew it would be comingĀ that day. I waited patiently for a few more hours till the time the mail would be delivered in Huntington Beach. I then texted my step mom, excited for a reply. Surely enough, the wide white envelope had just been delivered.

That night we didn’t make it home till late so for one more night, I would wait to open my call. Although, I did peak in the mail box just to reassure myself that it was there šŸ˜‰

Sunday evening- A world map was laying on the table, with many rainbow sticky taps being placed to represent all the guesses. I walked out of my cozy home into the rain, to retrieve my call from the mail box. The paper was a little wet… but no harm was done!

Maybe Australia… Maybe Mexico… Maybe Temple Square…

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or MAYBE POCATELLO IDAHO.

 

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Yes, “called to serve as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints…assigned to labor in the Idaho Pocatello Mission” and “in addition to your[my] calling to share the gospel, you [I] will be assigned to serve in the Idaho Falls Temple Visitors’ Center” and I couldn’t be any happier.

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I was taken back at how unexpected my call was, yet also surprised at how right it felt. I have never felt so good about a decision. I know this is exactly where my Heavenly Father wants me to be, and like I said… I couldn’t be happier.

I’ll start eating some more potatoes now.

-Your Future Sister Miller

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