Today is the two-year mark or entering into a land---Chi-Town--- that I see differently than any other place in the whole world. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, I got out of the plane and onto a train, then handed a Book of Mormon to give out. Terrified. But over time, changed. Two years ago I look at that picture, and I want to just pull myself aside and say, “You got this.” (Maybe do a nice Parent Trap style handshake)I know the people I met, the experiences, frustrations, stresses, the fierce cold and the embarrassing moments as well as the glorious ones… were all apart of a learning process that the Lord needed me to see, and experience. I believe that when we have the courage to step out side of our selves, the Lord can truly show us our potential. He can prove to us that our fears are so much less existent than we imagined them to be. The Lord has always had my back, he still does, and during the mission I finally understood what it meant. What loyalty meant, and that I wanted to be loyal. I also know serving a mission doesn’t make you a member, it defiantly teaches you what it means to be one. Serving the Lord in any calling allows you to prove yourself that only with Christ you are successful, and humility shows even the proudest of heart that people out there can change when they give it to God, over and over and over again. My mission was for me. It was for improving my weaknesses and seeing my strengths, but most importantly it was for me to see that God works through the humble and the humble only. The people that were ready to change, I was privileged enough to see their process to coming to find Christ. To see His power, we have to be humble. This is true in anyway of serving the Lord, but a mission -- if given your all—will tell you something about yourself that you never knew, but have always wished you could be. I love the people of Chicago, and am so thankful the Lord allowed me to go. Thank you Chicagoans!!
