Getting My Mission Call Part 2

Tuesday night, the night before I was told my call would come was stressful, but only because I was feeling guilty over my possible reaction to my call. You see, my minor is French teaching and it's kind of important that I know French. However, the language wasn't coming easily for me and going on a French speaking mission was exactly what I needed. If that wasn't going to happen, then I needed a "useful" language like Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Russian or maybe German.  


However, I was horribly conflicted because I was worried that having these feelings meant that if I didn't go to a country with a "useful" language then I would be mad the whole time and wouldn't be a good missionary. These feelings had been plaguing me for months, but on that Tuesday it was so bad I couldn't sleep. Eventually with some praying and soul searching I realized that I had to be the one to make the decision to be a good missionary. Once I did that I finally found the relief I had been waiting for and promptly passed out on my pillow.


The next day I went about class as usual just waiting to get done with my classes so I could check the mail. Right before my last class I received a text from my roommate telling me to "check it"! What?! The mail? Couldn't check that because I was at school. Facebook, maybe? When I called my roommate all she did was yell "CHECK IT" in the phone and hung up, so I was still in the dark. 


Then I saw this on my Facebook.

I wanted to skip my last class, but I realized it wasn't like my call was going to change or anything during the time I was in class. So for 50 minutes I sat through Korean History and looked at the clock every 30 seconds.

Finally, I rushed home and called my parents to tell them I would be calling them back in a few minutes with the news! My roommates took this picture. 

They wanted to do it in front of the Eiffel Tower in our apartment, but I 

thought it would look stupid if I didn't get called to Paris.

Then I took the envelope and drove to the road that goes above the Temple.I ripped into my call (I always thought I would cry for a few minutes before hand, but I wasn't that patient).

The first word I saw was "hereby" which was a relief because it meant I was actually getting a call rather than a rejection letter. Then I saw "France Paris". 

Honestly, I was shocked. I figured that if I were lucky enough to go French speaking it would be to New Caledonia or Montreal. I couldn't believe I was actually getting to go back to that beautiful, beautiful city.

The top half of France is my mission. The bottom half of Belgium and all of 

Luxembourg are part of it as well. They're shaded gray on the map.

I called my parents and, after my mom finished screaming, I drove back to my apartment and told my roommate's. And we took this picture and called a million people to tell them the news.