It's been two wonderful years since I got home from a full-time mission. I'm forever grateful for coming up with a great decision to serve and I really miss the sweet spirit I once had in the Lord's vineyard. Being a representative of Jesus Christ means sacrifing a lot and forgetting yourself to be fully engaged in this marvelous work. On the other hand, it also means mockery, rejection, people yelling at you and bad mouthing you, and a lot more; all these are nothing compared to what He did for us all. Missionary work is never easy because salvation is not a cheap experience.
I'm grateful that I get to know my Saviour even more. He bore our griefs and carried our sorrows. He was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities. He atoned for our sins because of His great love for us. We are lifted up unto life because He was lifted up unto death. He is our Redeemer and I testify that He lives. He is with us in these latter days.
One of the many things I miss about being a full-time missionary is to leave promised blessings. I love being a missionary! It's such a life changing chapter of my life that I will never get tired of reminiscing. If only I could go back. But life after mission has taught me to keep looking forward with a grateful heart, to see His hands perform many more miracles in my life, and to live after the manner of happiness.
Maybe I was never the same since I got back from the mountains, plains, and seas. But it's completely fine. I'll always be a work in progress and I like me better now. And to borrow a line from a song, "my heart's forever changed and I'll never be the same." #best18monthsofmylife