And the answer is.....

I am going to accept the call to the Employment Resources Center in American Fork. As I thought about it, I became more and more convinced that this was the place the Lord wanted me to serve. Plus, I asked the Lord if it wasn't His will that I serve this mission, that I would continue to feel the dark unhappy feelings I was feeling just anticipating having to do this mission. Lo and behold, the next day I went to try it out for a month and, what do you know, I felt good that whole day, the dark feeling was gone. But I still wanted to feel really good about it.

Well, I have been feeling really good about it but was still not convinced until talked it over with Joe. In his unfailingly common sense way of stating things he said he thought I had received an answer and that I should go ahead and accept it. Also, I had been thinking that there are no coincidences with the Lord, that those mission papers had not been sent to the employment center by accident. I also thought of the song that says "I'll go where you want me to go dear Lord, I'll be what you want me to be."

Where was my faith in all this? It was that the Lord would give me an answer. My problem was that when the answer came I was still so unsure of my qualifications for this mission that I almost missed it. I had little faith in my abilities but since then I remembered someones comment that there is nothing too hard for the Lord.

Jonathan came to visit the other day and as we talked of this, he said he read that we should all do something that challenged us every three years or so to keep our brains young so we wouldn't get dementia or Alzheimer's or something like that. The idea was to keep exercising our brains with problems to solve, challenging problems that we think we can't do.

Well this mission will be a challenge for me but I continue to feel good about it. So I told Sis. Jones to go ahead and send in my papers. I still won't get the formal call for a few weeks but I'll continue to work there until it comes.

There is one thing I still hate about it all. I have to wear dresses every day. Still it is a small sacrifice. I'm sure I'll get used to it but I'll be going through a lot of nylons along the way as my heels are so rough that they snag them so badly that they run on the first or second wearing. Oh well, as I said, it is a small price to pay to serve the Lord.

{{{hugs}}}to you all,

Mither