Why I wanted to serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
It amazes me how I can look back on my 20 years of life and pinpoint exact instances where Heavenly Father was preparing me to serve a mission. Up until December 2016, I was stubbornly and even more so pridefully convincing myself that a mission was basically just a prison sentence in my case. I could not give up my power to choose where I would serve, I would go crazy under such strict rules and authority with my minor authority complex, and I am so bad at remembering the scriptural knowledge that I would just be an embarrassment out there. Funny how life works, right? Back in France, I made friends with the Soeurs in my ward and marveled at their service and abilities as a missionary. I told myself that I would only serve if I could do it in the Paris mission! Well, I was not seriously considering service at that point. It was just a far-off idea. Then I got to BYU and finally started school. I took an early morning custodial job where my co-workers talked all about their missi...