The Day of Pentecost

Today started off like any other day. I woke up went to class. But this day was different. Today I was going to get my mission call. Today I was going to become a servant for my God. So I waited more patiently than I thought was possible. I made it through class, stress and concern. Andrew called me and told me about Argentina! I was so stoked. I knew he would love it. Before I left for Salt Lake, I looked up one language that I thought would be difficult but interesting- Thai.

Then I went to my BOM review. I caught the 5:17 bus to SLC. My mom had called me during the review but said that the mail had not come yet. I was anxious. She called me while I was on the bus and said it had arrived. I got home a bit later through my sister Nicole. David was running a bit behind and came a little later. We ate and guessed our places. We sat down and got everyone on a conference call. The letter opener glided across nicely. I opened the letter. My eyes wandered but I didn't believe it. The Spirit rushed through my body. Cloven tongues of fire. The Spirit. Thailand Bangkok Mission. June 3, 2009.

God called me to a place where people need Christ. And if I can only share with them my testimony of the Redeemer of the World, I will be happy. Christ. My Savior. But most importantly their Savior. I already love the people of Thailand. I weep at the thought that I am able to share the Gospel with them. Despite my doubts, my pains, my misery, my struggles, and my problems, I was called to the work. God sees something in me I can't see in myself. Somehow, God knew that I needed to go to Thailand to share the Gospel of my Lord and Savior. For I believe in Christ, so come what may, with Him I will stand, in that great day...

I can't believe this. The Gospel is true. And God knows me better than I know myself.