When did you really love it?

Question of the week from Crosby:

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.

Feliz.

Heureux.

Felice.

Glucklich.

Iloinen.

Happy.

I love Jesus.

Amen.

Chronister