From Nerves to Peace

     Sitting in the Marriott Center at Brigham Young University with my mom, I had only a small inkling of how important May 1st, 2015 would end up becoming to my life. This was the day that my mission call would arrive from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints Headquarters to my house. I had been waiting for what had felt like years but was actually only a matter of weeks for my official calling to come.
      Knowing that there was a large chance it would come the weekend of May 1st, we had to decide whether or not to act like it was just another weekend or stay home and wait by the mailbox. You see, attending Women's Conference has recently become a tradition for my mom and I to participate in and this year it was the same weekend we expected my call to come. We debated a lot as to whether we should go and risk waiting longer than necessary to open my call. After much deliberation, we came to the consensus that a spiritually charged weekend would be perfect preparation for the life changing mail looming over us. So we drove to Provo and with much anticipation we participated in the classes. The last morning of the conference my mom opened a text from a lady in our ward, who also is our mail lady, depicting the image of my mission call. We were both beside ourselves! I cannot even begin to fully explain the nerves that wracked my body. I have never felt more anxious in my life. I mean think about it, that envelope would determine what the next year and a half would hold for me!
      We tried and we tried to focus on what the teachers had prepared but after lunch we finally gave up and decided to drive home. We called my dad and had him round up the crew.
      After what felt like the longest drive of my life, we were finally home. My nerves had not silenced themselves. In fact, they felt as if they had magnified so much that I was about to explode at any moment...Don't worry, I didn't.
       My siblings excitedly ran into the garage, handing me my call. Just touching the smooth paper made me realize even more so how important this package was to my life. We walked in and began waiting for those who I asked to be there when I opened it to show up. I only wanted an intimate cluster of people so I invited those who mattered most to me. Among these were the Beards, Meyerhoeffers, my grandparents, Sydney Koyle, and any family that could FaceTime from their homes. Finally, everyone was ready and the time had come.
       As my hands shook I gently tore open the giant envelope and began to read... "Sister Hunsaker: You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- Day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the URUGUAY MONTEVIDEO WEST MISSION".
       When Uruguay left my mouth every single nerve dissipated much more quickly than they had built up. I had been expecting Europe or the East Coast and yet I was not disappointed in the least with South America. In fact, I was ecstatic! It was as if a blanket of peace was laid on me. I had no doubt about where I had been selected to serve my mission. It just felt so right. I KNOW that Uruguay is where I am meant to serve! There are people there who only I can touch and it is where God knows I will be most useful. I feel incredibly blessed to serve the Lord and to dedicate my life so wholly to His work. I am so incredibly happy that I have chosen to serve a mission.