When did you really start loving your mission? Because I like my mission, but you love your mission, you don't ever want to leave.
I tried to think for a long time about that.
When did I really start loving my mission.
The answer is that I have no idea.
It happened somewhere along the way.
In the middle of the trials that I was wading through, trying to sort everything out, I became a missionary.
Mind, heart, might, soul I am a missionary.
This is normal life.
This is what I do.
I don't remember life before this.
It's the best dream ever, and I hope that when I "wake up" it continues to change me forever.
It's always a gradual process.
Happy Valley is wonderful.
Such happy people.
And happy missionaries.
I love Jesus.