
Ok, this is the only photo I could find since all my mission photos are in storage. But it is a rather funny one. 13 years ago, I went into the MTC and on November 8, flew out to serve my mission in the Pennsylvania Harrisburg mission. Utah in the fall always reminds me of when I was first a missionary, and when I went to the Temple. I had so many awesome experiences as a missionary and wouldn't trade the hardest, yet most rewarding year and a half of my life! Now, come to think of it, I would say that being a parent might take over that hardest most rewarding --both challenging in different ways. I always laugh at this photo, because I had the BEST trainer Sister Maria VanCott, and she taught me how to work my tail off. This picture was taken in Millersville, Pa--right outside of Lancaster. It was COLD, ICE RAINING, and our cars were parked, so we had to ride bikes. I was only out maybe a week, and a little homesick, ok maybe a lot. We had just come back from a long day of tracting and getting lots of doors slammed in our faces. I was mad and not feeling the spirit. My comp took this pic to remind me of one of the most priceless moments in my life, and to help me remember that it was all for the Lord! Thanks Sis VanCott, for setting the stage for me to have a great mission. I wouldn't trade that time for anything, and hope that my children will have the desire to serve a mission someday.