so, why am I serving a mission?

I think one of the most important things you can do for yourself in preparing to serve a mission is to understand WHY you are choosing to serve a mission.

Once, I was asked that question in an interview with my Stake President.

Thankfully, I was very sure of why I was choosing to serve when he asked.

So why am I serving?

Because I love my Heavenly Father and I love my Savior, Jesus Christ, more than ANYTHING. Anything. More than my full-ride scholarship, more than my cousins, more than my best friends, more than my siblings, more than my parents.

Sometimes the Lord comes and asks you, “Are you willing to give up the things you love most to show you love Me more?”

It is not a prideful request. It is not a haughty or narcissistic or dictatorial demand.

It is a sincere plea from my very Creator, asking gently if I would accept His love and His grace.

How could I not love Him most, when all I have in life that is good, lovely, wonderful, beautiful—comes from Him? He has given me everything. I can never repay Him. But I can love Him and serve Him with all that I have and all that I am. That is the best I can do.

The great part is, is that is all that He asks.

I can’t wait to be a missionary. I am so grateful for this opportunity!


the call

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(this is my mission call! legit with the prophet’s signature and everything.)

My mission call arrived on January 31, 2013.

I had expected it a few weeks earlier, because I had turned in my papers at the beginning of January, and it usually takes a couple weeks from that time to when you actually receive your call. However, my papers weren’t actually submitted until mid-January, so I waited all month anxiously for my mission call.

Taking the advice of my wonderful Institute choir teacher, I took my unopened call and drove somewhere to be alone. The place I chose to go was the cemetery my grandma is buried in. My Grandma Carr passed away last July from cancer. She served two missions with my grandpa and is one of the ultimate examples of an exemplary woman I could ever have. I knew I would not be able to find her headstone (everything was buried in three feet of snow) but I knew I could find solitude and a peaceful atmosphere, and I knew she could be there with me.

I trudged around in knee-deep snow until I came to a certain place, where I knelt down in the deep snow with my call in my hands and prayed to my Heavenly Father to know if this call truly came from Him. I prayed that I might feel peace and confirmation when I opened it. I prayed that I could be excited and that I could know that it was where I needed to be. I felt complete assurance and peace as I prayed, and I knew that wherever the call said was exactly where I needed to be.

I went home, and some close friends and family were there, some in person and some via phone and skype. And suddenly, I had my call in my hands and it was time to open it.

I read it line by line, and as my eyes came to the words “Philippines Cauayan Mission” I stopped, partially out of shock, partially out of amazement, and partially out of the Spirit I felt in my heart confirming the mission as mine. And I read it, stumbling over how to say “cauayan” (haha, now I know it is pronounced like ‘hawaiian’ but with a ‘c’) and continued to the sentence that reads, “You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Tagalog language.” I just couldn’t believe it. Never in my wildest dreams. I had ruled out the Philippines the day I knew I could serve a mission. I had a good friend who had been there for almost 2 years already, and one of my best friends had his call to the Philippines as well, also Tagalog speaking. I simply thought it would never happen that I would go there, too.

I was kind of in shock for a few minutes, but quickly the excitement kicked in and I have been incredibly excited ever since.

I am going to the Philippines!!!! It could not be more perfect. 🙂

the decision to serve

many people (especially sisters) struggle with the decision of whether or not to serve a full-time mission. Totally understandable! You are trying to choose between staying home and continuing your life as it is going, or to leave behind your family, friends, schooling, and other opportunities to begin an 18-month life as a missionary. It’s a really difficult decision.

This is how I made my decision to serve.

I went to EFY (Especially For Youth–a week long summer camp for LDS Youth that focuses on the Gospel) the summer before my sophomore year of high school. I became good friends with my counselor. On the last day, I remember her looking at me and saying, “Have you ever considered serving a mission?” I was surprised by her question, because I actually had never considered one before. I wrote down what she said and thought of it from time to time.

A couple of years later, halfway through my junior year, my seminary class co-president Jeremy challenged our whole class to go home and sincerely pray about whether the Lord wanted us to serve a mission. I took him up on that challenge, and was surprised to find that I felt very strongly that I was supposed to serve a mission.

That answer remained at the back of my mind as life continued. As I time after time tried to tentatively come up with a life plan, things just didn’t seem to include a mission. Serving when I was 21 didn’t make sense. It didn’t feel right. I felt my life would be in a different place at that stage of my life. I began to wonder if I actually would serve a mission or not, because I was confused by how right serving a mission felt, yet how wrong serving at 21 felt. I prayed about it from time to time, and I always felt the exact same about both. Yes, mission, but not 21.

Fast forward to General Conference, Saturday Morning Session, October 2012. President Monson stood and made the announcement that would change my life, as well as countless others’: eligible young men may serve at 18 instead of 19, and eligible young women with desires to serve may serve at age 19 instead of 21. I couldn’t believe it. The excitement and joy that filled my heart, and I cannot even describe. The second he announced it, I knew I was going. I’d already prayed for years about this decision, and finally I understood.

After the session, after the crazy text messages between my entire group of friends who were all now eligible to go, after running up to the Bishop’s house where all the youth in my ward were watching conference to freak out, and after going for a run to calm my extremely excited mind, I went into my bedroom and knelt down to pray, and to ask one more time, when the stage of my life where the decision needed to actually be made had suddenly arrived at my doorstep, if I was supposed to serve a mission.

The second I began my prayer, the most incredible, overwhelming peace entered into my whole soul. And I knew. I knew without a doubt that I needed to go.

I made my decision.

Everything else–school, a potential relationship, whatever else that was on my mind–became arbitrary. But I knew with such surety that I never looked back once the decision was made.

And at the end of December, my papers were completed. Two weeks into January, they were submitted. January 31, I finally received my call to serve.


I will be using this blog primarily to share what’s going on in my life as I serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in the Philippines Cauayan mission. I will be learning to teach the gospel in the Tagalog language. My family will be posting emails and pictures that I send them.

I am so excited! I leave to the Provo MTC next week on June 19. I’ll be there for 6 weeks. 6 weeks of intensive language study and learning how to teach! Haha, I am actually really glad I get to be there for a while. I’ve been out of school for a few months, and so my brain is really ready to get back into study mode. It’s going to be an awesome experience to learn so much about a new culture and to really begin to become a part of it. All the missionaries I know who’ve come home from the Philippines absolutely loved the people and the culture, and all speak their languages very fluently. It’s going to impact the rest of my entire life, I know that without a doubt.

I hope to be able to share my love and faith with the people in the Philippines as well as with whoever may read this blog. I love the gospel of Jesus Christ and being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. My life has been incredibly blessed as I have tried to grow my relationship with my Heavenly Father, with Jesus Christ, and with the Holy Ghost. I see miracles every day. I love it.