Small print

I remember the moment I decided to be a missionary. I can't say the day or time I gained a testimony and I can't even tell you the moment I first thought about missionary work. But I do remember the moment I willingly decided that I would become missionary.

It was a hard decision. I was in school. I was in my apartment. I like school. I liked my apartment. I liked how my life was going. I knew that there would be sacrifices to make, becoming a missionary. I wasn't sure if I could make the sacrifices. Also, I wasn't sure if I would make a good missionary. It takes talking to people, and I can be really shy sometimes.

But the feeling in my gut and the words in my mind were so strong that I don't think I can ever deny the fact that God wants me to be a missionary. And so it was decided that I would be a missionary. I went through the paper work. I made sacrifices: moving out of my wonderful apartment, quitting school, giving away a lot of my junk to DI... etc. It was hard to make these sacrifices, but I did it willingly. I thought the sacrificing would end there. But it hasn't. I didn't read the small print in the contract.

Dad said that he would take care of Babs, my wonderful perfect car, while I was gone. Apparently things have changed. Dad says that I should sell Babs. I don't know if any of you know this about me, but I really, really, really LOVE my car! I've had it since I was 16 and I really love it.

I don't want to sell my car!!--- I didn't read the small print. That wasn't in the contract. Also... the boy-thing. That wasn't in the contract. I finally find someone who likes me enough who could easily become my boy friend--- my first one--- and I am going to have to say good bye to him. Not only that, but I am going to be away from the snow! I LOVE the snow. Why doesn't it snow in Australia?

Surely this was in the small print. I didn't know I would have to give up EVERYTHING to be a missionary. Certainly not my car! Dear Babs! Dear Babs... how I love thee!...