So in March I was on my last few days of work and wasn’t expecting to be getting my call anytime soon. Then came a text from my roommate saying that it was there at my apartment. Needless to say I raced home, at an appropriate speed, just to see it sitting there on the counter. My heart started to race! Inside that envelope was the next 18 months of my life. Where would I be called to? When would I leave? My heart continued to race over the next hour as I waited for friends to come and for the chance to skype with my family as I opened it.
That was the longest hour of my life. That might be a slight exaggeration, but the truth of the matter is I wasn’t sure how to feel. My call wasn’t supposed to be there yet, at least that’s what I had thought. Yet there it was, and I waited. Seven rolled around and I skyped my family and had a few good friends and my roommates with me. This was it… I tore open the envelope and pulled out the contents, flipped it around, and commenced to try and read it to myself. I didn’t get far before everyone yelled at me to read it out loud.
Dear Sister Veylupek:
Your are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saitnts. You are assigned to labor in the Canada Winnipeg Mission. It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 18 months.
There it was. The next year and a half of my life. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it then, and even a few months later I’m not sure how I feel about it. There are a lot of emotions that come with being called on a mission. I have only just come back to the church last year, and yet here I was being called to Canada to help others to find Christ. If that isn’t something that can make you feel inadequate then I don’t know what will. There is still a lot that I don’t know, and a lot of things that worry me about serving. Then I think back to last year when I was making the changes that I needed to, and how I probably couldn’t have done it without the divine help that was sent to me. That help took the form of some truly amazing Sister missionaries. They helped me to feel loved and by extension understand the love that Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father have for me.
It was a few months after I came back that I realized that if I did not serve a mission I was being selfish. I had been given so very much, and had found lasting happiness, and I needed to share that with others. The verse of scripture that actually finally got me to accept the call was Alma 36:24.
“24 Yea, and from that time even until now, I have labored without ceasing, that I might bring souls unto repentance; that I might bring them to taste of the exceeding joy of which I did taste; that they might also be born of God, and be filled with the Holy Ghost.”
So even though when I think about how I report to the MTC in just a little over 2 months and my stomach gets all knotted up I remember why I chose to serve. It isn’t about me and it isn’t about what I can do. It is what the Spirit can teach the people of Canada through my experiences. It is about bringing the joy of the Gospel to people who don’t know it, and it is about helping other children of God.
I know that this is the true Church. It was restored by a young boy who was willing to listen and to ask what religion was true. I have come to know my Savior and to, in my mortal way, appreciate what He did for me. I am in awe over the fact that a perfect Being such as himself would so willingly die, just so that I can be happy throughout this life and the life to come. I have a testimony of these things, and I am grateful to know what I know.