I'M GOING TO PERU!!! It happened - my mission call came. I opened it and cried and gave a lot of people a lot of hugs and called one thousand people and took pictures and cried some more and celebrated and danced and looked at pictures and cried a little bit more. It's official: they're sending me to Peru. What in the world? Peru. The Peru Lima East Mission, where I'll be called Hermana Scott and be surrounded by cute, short little Peruvians. As excited as I am to go, I'm scared out of my mind. I don't think I've ever been more simultaneously excited and nervous for something in my life. It's weird to think that I just finished my freshman year, and the next adventure that awaits me is very far away from Centennial, Colorado or Provo, Utah - about 5,000 miles away, to be exact. I don't report until July 31st, so I have 3 months here. Some days, it feels so far away. Other days, it seems like 93 (days) is the smallest number in the world.
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"What I need are disciples—and I need them forever. I need someone to feed my sheep and save my lambs. I need someone to preach my gospel and defend my faith. I need someone who loves me, truly, truly loves me, and loves what our Father in Heaven has commissioned me to do. Ours is not a feeble message. It is not a fleeting task. It is not hapless; it is not hopeless; it is not to be consigned to the ash heap of history. It is the work of Almighty God, and it is to change the world. So...I am asking you to leave all this and to go teach and testify, labor and serve loyally until the day in which they will do to you exactly what they did to me."
This is my calling. This is what I am supposed to do. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ, with the mission and purpose to change Lima, Peru by bringing those people to Him. Not just those sweet Peruvians, but the entire world. That is what I signed up for; that is what I'm here to do. Change the world by telling them the Good News of Jesus Christ.
I think I can do that.
