It was super weird because that hasn't happened to me probably in the past 6 months, but it helped me realize that I really do LOVE my family
and that it's okay to miss them sometimes.
So, I'm not as heartless as I thought I was. Sometimes I get sad just like everyone else, but then I remember why I chose to come here
and what it is that I am doing.
I love the mission so much.
how much the mission prepares us for real life. Someone told us the other day that being a missionary is THE BEST because EVERYTHING
IS POSSIBLE for us.
AND IT'S TRUE!
We experience and listen to so many tough things
and I never think "oh that is too hard, we can't do it."
Instead it's like "Hey, how are we going to do this
in a way that HE wants and that will help this person".
Con amor, Hermana Jones