Monday, March 25, 2013

Sacrifices and Missed Opportunities

So I was shoe shopping the other day. For my mission. Again. Shoe shopping for my mission feels like this:

I need something comfy, because missions = walking and walking = hurt feet

But this girl loves her shoes. Seriously. But I am having the hardest time seeing that my shoes don't matter, because I think they do. I mean, I don't want to go walking around in my cute missionary clothes (which I have, by the way, I'm going to be the cutest sister missionary) with a huge pair of GRANDMA SHOES on. And that's all comfy shoes means. It means GRANDMA SHOES. Yuck. I mean, I'm 19 for heaven's sake! I shouldn't be wearing grandma shoes.

So I was in the shoe store and I was staring at the shoes. I tried 5 pairs on I think, mostly flats, and one that looked like a good pair of walking shoes that weren't quite as grandma-y as most of the others I've seen. Those were comfy, but not actually cute. And some of the flats hurt my feet just to try on, so that was a no. And one of the flats were comfy too. But I didn't like them that much.

So I stood there in the middle of the aisle, trying on the same 4 shoes over and over again deciding between the cute, sort-of-comfy flats, or the comfy sort-of-cute ones. And also if I should get the not-so-cute walking shoes. And I came to a realization.

A mission is going to require sacrifices!

Wow, what a revelation, right?

And I don't just mean shoes (even though that is definitely going to be a sacrifice for me), but with a lot of things! Now, I hadn't ever really thought about the sacrifices I was making to serve my mission before because... Well because everything just kind of worked out perfectly for me to serve. But now that I've been preparing and everything, I'm making sacrifices just like any other missionary out there.
[And every missionary is making sacrifices, so go thank a missionary today!]

Some of my sacrifices:

  • Cute Shoes especially heels. My mom likes to tease me about not being able to walk in them, but little does she know, I actually love heels.
  • Pinterest seriously though, sacrifice of a lifetime. I'm addicted and not afraid to admit it.
  • Running I mean, I can run, but only if my companion will too. We'll see. But there are lots of people that don't like to run. So.... Yeah.
  • Internet in general, I love my internet. Especially Pinterest, that's why it has it's own category, but also Facebook, YouTube, Blogger...
  • Blogging don't panic, I will keep this blog updated weekly (I hope) through my mission, but it won't be the same.
  • Music it's kind of like breathing to me. I have to have it. It's hard to find me anywhere without my iPod. And I am guilty of singing along to the radio in the car.... at the top of my lungs.
  • Family my little brother will be crazy different when I get home! And my little sister is going to graduate while I'm gone. And my cousin is getting married right after I leave. 
  • Disney I'm missing two family trips to Disneyland in the first six months I will be gone. Thanks family. You know that's all I wanted to do. I am definitely addicted to Disney. Disney songs, movies, everything.
So yup. Sacrifices. It'll be worth it though!

And sacrifices are kind of what this gospel is all about. Back in the old days before Jesus, people were commanded to sacrifice animals as a symbol of the Atonement of Christ. Lucky us, we don't have to do that anymore, because I don't actually have any animals to sacrifice, and let's be honest, I would probably pass out every time we did that. #weakstomach But we still sacrifice today! Just not animals. Today we sacrifice our pride to become meek, humble, teachable. We sacrifice the natural man inside of us that has worldly desires. We sacrifice our sins every time we repent. That's what it's all about. Sacrifices.

So I guess it's only fitting that missions require sacrifices.

Another interesting thing happened while I was buying shoes. Oh! I decided to get the walking shoes and the not-so-cute but comfy flats. But while I was checking out, I told the girl ringing me up that I was going on an LDS mission (like I do, plus I live in Utah, that's acceptable) and she told me that was exciting and asked where I was going. But then this woman standing next to me with her children said that the missionaries had come and talked to her. She said she thought it had been some sort of sign to her because they came to her house by random chance. She then said she had been going to church ever since. 

That's so cool! But I didn't know what to say! 

I mean... What? #loserstatus

Perfect opportunity to say something about how the Church has blessed my life. 

And I didn't. 

So after replaying the scenario in my head over and over again thinking about what I WOULD have said, I decided...

It's okay. I'm going to learn. But I'm still excited for her and her children and what they are learning. And I guess that experience showed me the miracles that missionary work really brings. 

But I still should have said something. But oh well.. I can't change the past, I can only learn from it and learn to see those opportunities when I have them. Which I am working on.

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