"Are You Going to Serve a Mission?"

Sister Kinman saw me twice before we actually spoke to each other, but I could tell she wanted to speak to me. I didn't know her, but I could feel even from her passing glance her need for... something. Something from me. Something I could say to her.

But my roommate and I had just come from the South Visitor's Center, where she had tried to page another Sister missionary--one who had served the outbound portion of her Temple Square mission in Pennsylvania where my roommate is from. We were standing outside of the Tabernacle, waiting for the Sister to finish her tour so we could say hello.

While my roommate waited for her, I was reminiscing on the conversation I'd just had with another Sister. She was from Hawaii, and I didn't know her. She asked me, seemingly from nowhere, a question that shocked me where I stood.

"Are you going to serve a mission?"

Through a smile that touched the secret of my heart, I told her, "I wanted to, and I still do. But I don't know if I will any time soon."

When she asked why I wasn't going to serve, I proceeded to tell her about the missionary I'm currently waiting for. I told her sincerely that his mission has been my priority and in many ways has been like a mission to me. She understood. She showed me the ring on her left hand, and I knew there was nothing else I needed to say. We smiled at each other knowingly, and I felt comforted once again that I had done all the Lord had asked me to do up to this point in my life. I had made sacrifices, and they had been perfectly terrible to me at the time, but had turned out wonderfully in the end.

I could wait, I told myself. So familiar. How many times had I told myself that? I would serve a mission someday, and I could wait until then.

I looked up and saw two Sisters approaching me. Sister Kinman was one of them. She smiled at me and walked up to me and started talking. She didn't mistake me for an investigator at all. Instead, she also asked me what I hadn't yet recovered from.

"Are you going to serve a mission?"

I want to, I thought to myself. I really want to. In fact, I want to do that with the same intense aching, the same desire with which I want to be sealed to my family. To say I want it doesn't quite do it justice. It's a longing I could die from if I'm not careful.

"I'd like to," I said, still smiling. And I told her my conversion story. I told her that I hadn't had any missionaries to teach me because there weren't any assigned to our part of the stake. I told her I'd been converted "by members being good people," who weren't afraid to share that goodness with strangers. I told her I had been drawn to that goodness, and through mistakes of my own I had nearly lost that light. But when I got it back, I decided I couldn't live without it and I would never let it go.

I told her, "I am a missionary, and I will always be a missionary."

She looked at me, eyes shining with light of her own, smiled and thanked me.

"I needed to hear that," she told me. I was glad to be there for her, and realized again that being a part of this--this precise art of God's serendipity--is why I want to serve a mission.

She proceeded to tell me that I could serve a mission, that all the things going on in my life shouldn't stop me if it's what I want to do. And there are no words to describe how much I wanted to believe her, and I found myself believing her against my experience and judgment.

The bitter part of me--the one who was hurt the most when God said "No"--wore a cruel smile then. You may chain me here, but you'll never be rid of me, her expression read. I jabbed her as hard as I could, and she closed her eyes again. There was a tear on her cheek. And I turned away by looking outward. I'm not cruel enough to find joy in anyone's suffering, not even my own.

Sister Kinman walked away then, and her work inside of me was finished. She may not know what she has reawakened in me, or what it means for me to be here again. How long I've waited, and how painful the weight has been. When I first saw her, I thought she needed something from me. But now I see that what she gave to me was of more worth than anything I could've said to her that day.

But it didn't end with her. Several minutes later, my roommate met up with the Sister she had been searching for. That Sister's companion began speaking to me. Her accent was thick, and her last name was impossible for me to pronounce. She was from Ukraine. And in broken English, full of the beauty of revelation, she asked me the question I now have to answer.

"Are you going to serve a mission?"

She told me how she decided to serve a mission. She encouraged me to proceed in faith, and told me about the blessings her family had received since she had begun serving. She told me about the miracles she had experienced in trying to serve those whom the Lord brings to her on Temple Square. Her eyes were bright with faith and strength.

In just a few short months, I will be old enough to serve a full-time mission. And I have never wanted anything in the same way as I have wanted to serve a full-time mission. It wasn't until I fell in love that I was even sure I wanted to get married--but even when I wasn't sure of that or anything else, I knew I wanted to serve a mission. And now I see in myself that the desire has not changed.

The question remains, despite my certainty of many things: "Are you going to serve a mission?"

Am I?

Am I going to step up and begin the process which has been so difficult for so many of the strongest people I have ever known? Am I going to make the eternal covenants of the endowment in order to become who I must be in order to be a Sister--knowing I will have to bear my portion of that weight alone? Am I going to postpone my marriage even longer in order to do this wonderful thing which has such a power for good in the lives of others? Am I strong enough, brave enough, and wise enough to finish what I've wanted so much to do? Am I willing to go wherever the Brethren assign me to go, no matter how difficult, no matter how dangerous? Am I willing to go forth, knowing that I must forgive myself, then forget myself in order to serve others with all the love and strength of my heart? Am I able to live for Christ in every moment of every day, honoring Him and cherishing Him, and filling my soul with His light?

I knew the answer to these questions long before the Sisters asked me. That's the reality of what President Julie B. Beck was talking about when she said that preparing for a mission should be "a review and not a revelation."

I don't have to wonder if I'm able. I don't have to wonder if my testimony is strong enough. I don't have to wonder if I know enough. I don't even have to wonder if I want it desperately enough yet.

All I've ever wondered is if God will let me serve Him--if, in all He asks of me and my life right now, there might be a black badge somewhere with my name on it. A genuine smile I might learn to carry with me through all things, and eyes warm with testimony strong enough to liberate people from fear. Some words I might say in a right moment to a soul in need of someone like me. A handmaid to my Lord in His loving kindness and everlasting salvation.

To walk among my Father's kingdom, healing wounded souls, declaring:
"Come, my brethren, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters; and he that hath no money, come buy and eat; yea, come buy wine and milk without money and without price."
2 Nephi 9: 50
That is still my dream.


  1. "If ye have desires to serve God ye are called to the work".

    So much is granted to us because we desire it. Think of the Savior's actions with his disciples in America, allowing nine of them to have their desire to serve out the length of a normal life and then come to him. Three others had a different desire and also had that desire granted.

    I served a mission and would never change that decision. Never.

    It did cost me the marriage I originally planned on because I was refined and changed while serving the Lord, and the boyfriend who I sent on a mission and who faithfully waited for me to finish mine was no longer the correct mate for eternity when we had finished two missions' worth of changing.

    I'm somehow sure you have already debated this possibility. Maybe I mention it just to say, "I had the same choice. If you truly feel the desire to serve a mission, then go ahead and count the cost. And then just go!"

    Maybe your outcome will be very different. Maybe it won't. When we choose to serve the Lord, he blesses us. Part of making a choice to put him in control--living via knowledge and inspiration--is relinquishing ownership of ourselves and the outcome. "Ye are not your own but are bought with a price." Trust him enough to know that in his service you will be amply compensated for the sacrifices you make.

    It's only fair to say I think my eternal companion is better than the one I would have had. I'm better than I would have been. But that pales in comparison to two things: the way others were blessed as I did my best to serve the Lord. The promise my mission president gave me that because of my love for missionary work, my sons would serve missions. And the Lord will bless others through them, and bless them as they serve...

    I would never change my decision to serve a mission.

  2. Hi, I served a mission on SLC temple Square. I would never change my decision to serve a mission either. This decision had required sacrifice and courage. The courage to leave everything in the lord`s hand, even the life of my best friend who was severly ill and I didnt know if she would live when I come back from my mission. I had filled out my papers and turned them in, waiting to see what the lord`s will for me would be: Serving at home or on a mission. In the end the right attitude for a mision is "to go where thou wouldst have me go" whether it be on a mission or serving at home. My thought for you in this matter is: Ask in prayer to receive a confirmation which will give you the right attitude for whatever your calling will be, at home or on a mission. On my mission I had needed this confirmation of knowing that I am indeed at the right place at the right time often. It helped me to not doubt in times that were hard and gave me the strength to do all things. And listen to the counsel of the church leaders who know you and your situation well. But if you got YOUR answer, then dont look back and go forward with faith, no matter what this answer is. This is the greatest thing I have learned on my mission: That I trust in the lord and will never be dissappointed. The things I have learned on my mission help me know, to be there for the people around me, to recognize direction in my life and even to deal with the dissappointment and difficulties of life or unfulfilled dreams. One more thing to add: Most relationships, even engaged ones have not lasted throughout the mission. YET I agree with Kathy, that a mission helps one see better what to look for, I learned to know what I really want in a partner.
    I`m still looking for him ;-)


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