The most important time of a Mormon Kid’s life Is his mission. A chance to go out And help heal the world, That’s my mission. Soon I’ll be off in a different place, Helping the whole human race. I know my mission will be Something incredible!-Book of Mormon: The Musical
14 months of preparation have led up to this morning……
Even tho I am not Mormon, these words still ring true to me as I’m sitting writing this blog post while listening to my music, (which kinda ironically this song is currently playing on my ipod) here at the gate at DTW waiting to board my flight for Georgia for a couple of days of additional training before heading to Belize for month 1 of the World Race with that question going through my mind at the moment.
I’m thinking this because so many emotions are going though my body and mind right now, feelings of mostly excitement and nerves as well as amazement since I kind of still can’t believe that I’m actually doing this at my age, but also with a hint of sadness since not only has it been an emotional week of saying goodbyes to not only my immediate friends and family but also my extended family that includes my golf, church and BSF family (Too many to name) as well as all the people that I worked with especially Holly, my favorite team leader who has taught me so much about how to be a leader just by her example, and Stephanie a fellow team member who I credit for expanding my horizens when it comes to things like movies and getting back into shape, and to have another person to add to my support circle of friends since my last day of work was September 22nd.
It is hard to believe that this time has come. I have to be honest here, I am not usually an emotional person, but saying goodbye fricking sucks, and despite what I’ve read in other blogs and what they said about saying goodbye to those in other countries and how hard those goodbyes are, for me personally this past week as been the hardest week ever, and seeing those that I love getting choked up while saying goodbye to me really hits me hard as if someone just punched me in the stomach (now I understand how the main character in my story felt at a certain point in the story).
I also know that life back home will continue to go on without me, and to me that is something that has been bothering me as of late, and I know it sounds stupid, but I am worried that I am going to be forgotten about. I just thought I put this out there.
I am leaving so much behind for the next 11 months. There is still the part of me that is telling me that I am crazy for doing this since I am literally giving up a good portion of my life that includes leaving my job of 5 years and the above mentioned gals the most, the rest of my awesome golf mates (Andrea, Julie & Susan) and the rest of the golf ladies, and (almost) all the comforts of home behind as well as some of the yearly traditions that are going to be taking a year such as my dad and I’s annual trip to the Quick Lane bowl, all to live out of a backpack and serve God’s people for the next yearish, but then again I still have that sense of that maybe I can make a difference to the whole human race, and that is a feeling that as of now I cannot shake.
I know I am going to miss my friends and family, but I know that they are back home rooting me on as I finally embark on this journey. But I got to stay focused since I know God has a plan for me, and me going on World Race is just a part of his plan, and I am being his obedient servant by heeding his call for me to go, and I have to go and fulfill that part of his plan, and fulfilling a promise that I had made to God when I was 17 while sitting on that rock down by the river.
I also want you all to know that I’ll be keeping everyone in my prayers, and I would hope that you would keep me and my team/squad in yours as well.
“For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for disaster but to give you a future and a hope.”-Jeremiah 29:11
Life’s a journey and we are all along for the crazy ride, and not to mention that I am very excited to be reunited with my team/squad once again as Ive missed them during this past 6 weeks, and as fair warning I may tackle some of you when see you.
It’s getting close to my boarding call, so I better sign off and pack up computer back into my backpack to get ready to board.
Just think my next blog post will be from Belize pending on if I can find wifi hahahahaha Crazy to even think about now
(DTW wifi is giving me good practice of this while I’m sitting here. LOL).
Please pray for my squad/team and I as we begin our journey together.
Til next time your fellow sister in Christ,
Bonnie
Team Surrendered
P Squad- aka Freedom Fighter & Squad Wars Champs!
Psalm 18:2
Jeremiah 29:11
Proverbs 3:5-6
#yolo
GO BLUE!!!!!!! Beat Maryland!!!!!!!!
