Now, years later, I wait. In 99 days, I enter the MTC to serve a mission in the Cochabamba Bolivia mission. How cool is that? I will get to go to a foreign country and serve the Lord for two years. Every day, for the next 99 days, I am going to be thinking of the people thousands of miles away needing the gospel.
Hanging above my desk I have the following:
"Dear Elder Eyre,
You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the Bolivia Cochabamba mission."
I've never realized how long two years is until now. My little siblings will have grown up so much, my little sister will be dating (I cannot believe I am going to miss this), and my older sister will (hopefully) have a child. Though it is a sacrifice, I know that this is what the Lord wants me to do. He needs me in Bolivia, he has issued the call, and I have accepted it.
I know that the gospel can change the lives of the individuals there, and that the Lord needs me to serve in Bolivia at this time. His children are there, waiting for me.
I have been Called to Serve.