Is this real life? Am I actually going on a mission? I opened my call and read, "Dear Sister Mathis." I love the sound of that. That is when reality hit that I was really doing this. I kept reading and came across the anticipated words, "you have been called to serve in the Ohio, Columbus mission." I was excited! I thought for sure I was going to go foreign, but I wasn't sure why. Well I'm here to tell you I am not going foreign, but I know wherever we are called as missionaries, the work always remains the same. There is a reason I am going where I am and I cannot wait to get there and experience the work in full force. I was also grateful because one day on campus a random citizen told me I was going to South Dakota. Now I don't know much about South Dakota other than it get pretty darn cold, but I was panic stricken when he told me this. I have no idea why, I'm sure it's a lovely place however I was relieved to read Columbus Ohio. I am to report to the Mission training center on February 5th! Now rewind a few months to why I decided to go on a mission.
Ever since I was a little girl I desired to go on a mission. I admired all the missionaries I would see in our Ward. However when they changed the age limit, it sparked many girls to go. In all reality it kind of scared me off. I went from knowing I didn't have to make a final decision until a couple more years down the road to knowing I had to decide soon, very soon. I was 18 at the time and knew I would have to make a decision as to whether I would go or not. The pressure was real, everyone was asking whether I was going to go or not. I was hesitant, and stubborn like I have always been. I wanted to go when I felt ready, I didn't want to go because everyone was telling me to go. I didn't want to go simply because "everyone was doing it." In other words I wanted to go for the right reasons. Time passed by I turned 19, the eligible age for girls to leave on missions, but I still hadn't gotten my answer. I prayed long and hard and desired to really come to know my Father In Heaven, and His Son Jesus Christ, and their plan for me.
In my first semester of my sophomore year of college I enrolled in a mission prep class. I told myself I am just taking this class to see where it leads me. Well guess what, it led me to a mission. My teacher was phenomenal. He helped change my whole outlook on things, and there was not a day that went by that I did not feel the spirit in his class. My testimony was strengthened immensely. During the first couple weeks of school we sang the song, "Called To Serve." When I began to sing those words I could not help but hold back tears. I was overcome with emotion and that is when I got my answer.
"Called to serve Him, heav'nly King of glory,