Mission

I'm going to the Philippines Cauayan Mission speaking Tagalog. It's a lot like Spanish so those two years in high school will pay off, finally. I found out a guy in my new singles ward went to my mission and he was nice enough to help me accurately pronounce my mission, which is great since I said it twice in my mission prep class and someone called me out because I said it different each time. WHOOPS.

Joseph said it is pronounced like this:
Cow-a-yawn with the emphasis on the Cow.
Good luck.

Also, I get to wear flip flops on p-days or rainy days. Nylons only sometimes. What a great, great thing.

Mission

Well, the mission is in the works. There were some scuffles along the way with the medical forms, but as far as I know everything was fixed and the papers are in. They could have even been read today by the Brethren. I never really thought I'd go. People would ask, "Oh, hey, you serving a mission?" and three months ago I would have said no. But I guess that isn't the case and I'm starting to learn the Lord's methods. I think the Lord sends out those sisters that most need to learn something useful for their lives and they can just help people out along the way. I wonder what my lessons are going to be.

My guesses:
1) Learn to live with great/ not so compatible girls
2) Sharing the gospel isn't as scary as I think it is
3) Open your mouth
4) Nineteen year old boys really are more mature than I think they are... or not :)
5) Find more faith in Christ.