You may be wondering why I decided to go on a mission. While growing up, my family regularly fed the missionaries who were serving in our ward. All that I really knew about missionaries when I was little was that they ate food, wore nametags, and were boys. The short-sleeved, white button-up concept came later. But, when I was five or six years old, we had a set of sister missionaries in our ward and they spoke in Primary about their service. That realization that I could one day go on a mission as well and eat dinner and wear a nametag was totally exciting to me, and from that day on, I wanted to go on a mission.
My mission has always been an important goal in my life, especially once I began to understand the importance of the work I would be doing: bringing hope and light into people’s lives. When my goals academically or personally did not lead to my mission, I knew that something was amiss and this was not the best plan for me.
I am humbled when first I think of the language I’m going to learn, but also what it is that I am going to do. I know that this mission call is not for my own good, but for the good I will do for others. Even if it is just one person, there is someone in Korea who may be touched because I am serving a mission. When I think of this, it is easy to see a little behind the curtain, to understand how amazing the plan of happiness is that our Heavenly Father has prepared for us, that we are all here to learn and benefit from one another. The center of that plan being Jesus Christ, our Savior and our brother. How great is it to have this knowledge? I am so blessed and grateful to have been found worthy to have an opportunity to spread that message for the next 18 months.