But I'm also amazed at just how much has happened in that time. I have been tested, and scoffed at. I have kept silent when I should have spoken. I have tried, and failed. I have doubted, and cried. I have felt all the feelings—embarrassment, exhaustion, hope, dismay, frustration, joy, disbelief, and the pure love of Christ. I have felt the Spirit so strongly that I couldn't breathe and so frequently that I was amazed. I saw and felt the inexplicable joy that comes from choosing the right and from following the Savior. I had the privilege of witnessing people talk with their Father in Heaven for the first time ever, out loud. As I dedicated myself to studying the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and living and sharing it, I experienced and was blessed by the power of Christ's Atonement and the power of the priesthood. I know that going on a mission was the best thing I could've done at that point in my life.
And I wouldn't have traded any of it. The highs and the lows are a part of the mission and they are a part of life. I grew so much closer to my Savior and for that I will be forever grateful. Thanks to Him and His gospel, and thanks to good disciples of Christ such as my mission president and his wife, I've learned to just do what's right, consistently.
I love my Savior, Jesus Christ. I am filled with gratitude for Him and His atoning sacrifice. His example and His goodness are what motivate me to keep trying. To serve and love others as He did. To keep the commandments of Heavenly Father. So that ultimately, I can become more like Them.
And thanks to the mission, I got to meet this stud.