Since I was young I have wanted to go on a mission. As I got older,the mission idea kinda faded further and further into the back burner. It just wasn't as much of a priority. After high school I went to college and worked. Loved my job! Working in and around pools was my life. Things were going great. There were some trials thrown in the mix as well, but I endured them and grew from them. Life was good and things were progressing as planned.
The time for my 21st birthday was coming and the thought of a mission came to mind. I wasn't sure whether to keep going and doing what I had been doing, or put it all on hold for 18 months. What better way to decide then to ask Heavenly Father? It's what I grew up learning and doing; so, I did just that. I prayed for a few weeks and fasted about whether a mission was right for me or not. After the fasting and prayer I got the answer no. So, I continued doing what I was doing. Everything was the way I wanted it.
