Closure

I'm sort of big on tying up loose ends, I always have been. I don't like when things feel incomplete, so I figured it was time to wrap things up on this blog. After all, I've been home from my mission for six months now. The last time I posted over here I was under the impression that I would soon be headed back to finish my mission in Madrid. But after six weeks of visits with specialists, and a long wait to hear back from the church's missionary department in Salt Lake, I was told I wouldn't be going back to Spain and that it was time to move on with my life.

Oh boy, that was the hardest news I've ever received. There were several nights that I woke from restless sleep in tears because I was so upset about not being able to finish my mission. I felt heartbroken, angry, sad, worthless and alone. It took me a long time to understand that my mission was over, and that it was part of the plan Heavenly Father had in store for me. Coming home five months early because I was sick was undoubtedly one of the biggest trials I've experienced. But here I am, six months down the road, and I'm finally happy.

I've recognized the many ways in which coming home has turned into a blessing, I've been able to continue sharing the gospel (in a very big way), and I've finally felt the peace that comes from knowing that Heavenly Father takes care of His children. And that, my friends, has been one of the greatest blessings of all...