the calm...
before the storm. Here I sit at my lovely kitchen desk. On my desk, there are the following items: a huge jumble of charging cords all originating from a cylindrical, master charging console my dad installed, a somehow flourishing "ZZ" plant, a collection of origami paper, and a jumble of collected pens and pencils in a tin fjallraven mug. Cute. It feels like I am maaaaybe headed to EFY? I'm munching on eggs and veggies my mom prepared for me, so delicious. I'm hardly nervous at all, but I'm also laughing at myself because I haven't been able to convince my mind that I am literally leaving my life for 18 months in approximately 30 minutes!!!
I am so excited for the idea of a mission. I have had a few choice experiences that testified to me that this work is a good work, one I would like to embark upon. However, besides that, I definitely never had some epiphany moment wherin God spoke directly to me and said "KATE SERVE A MISSION", but, to be fair, I don't think God and my relationship is that kind of relationship. He speaks to me through my own words, through my tears, through my writing, and, most of all, through others. What I am most excited and scared of, is the fact that I am placing 100% of my faith in Him. I have zero idea what my life will look like in Texas. I haven't heard a peep from my mission president, and I could be companions with any Hermana in the world. My accomodations, food, transportation, working out situations are all TBD. Why am I not freaking out about this proposition? Honestly, good question. I think that the months of praying for peace and confidence heading into this experience have worked? Which is actually really incredible to think about because, looking at this logically, there's no understandable reason why I would feel so chill right now. Prayer works! Cool.
Better sign off for now and hug my dog for 15+ minutes. Stay posted, my extremely cool and devastatingly beautiful sister Carley will be lovingly posting my updates on this blog. Also, still figuring out exactly how this works, but honestly I am mostly doing this blog for my own enjoyment/memories post mission. So, I will be sending out the exact same content via my email list. I think.
Adios mis amigos!!!
Hermana Rasmussen.
I am so excited for the idea of a mission. I have had a few choice experiences that testified to me that this work is a good work, one I would like to embark upon. However, besides that, I definitely never had some epiphany moment wherin God spoke directly to me and said "KATE SERVE A MISSION", but, to be fair, I don't think God and my relationship is that kind of relationship. He speaks to me through my own words, through my tears, through my writing, and, most of all, through others. What I am most excited and scared of, is the fact that I am placing 100% of my faith in Him. I have zero idea what my life will look like in Texas. I haven't heard a peep from my mission president, and I could be companions with any Hermana in the world. My accomodations, food, transportation, working out situations are all TBD. Why am I not freaking out about this proposition? Honestly, good question. I think that the months of praying for peace and confidence heading into this experience have worked? Which is actually really incredible to think about because, looking at this logically, there's no understandable reason why I would feel so chill right now. Prayer works! Cool.
Better sign off for now and hug my dog for 15+ minutes. Stay posted, my extremely cool and devastatingly beautiful sister Carley will be lovingly posting my updates on this blog. Also, still figuring out exactly how this works, but honestly I am mostly doing this blog for my own enjoyment/memories post mission. So, I will be sending out the exact same content via my email list. I think.
Adios mis amigos!!!
Hermana Rasmussen.
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