Another personal blog post.
The MTC wasn’t the happiest experience of my life. I got sick enough with the flu that they almost took me to the emergency room and I was quarantined in the dorm room for about a week. My companion and I (had a little bit of trouble adjusting to being constant companions 24/7. I was overwhelmed at the idea of even being a missionary and needing to talk to people. And it was exhausting. Somehow in all of the talk about missions I had ever heard, I didn’t remember anyone telling me how exhausting and difficult the MTC would be. Most of the time I felt like I needed to have windshield wipers installed on my eyeballs because I was either crying for frustration with myself for not being able to teach, frustration at being sick, or frustration that comes from exhaustion or crying because I was experiencing some of the most beautiful spiritual moments I had had up until that point of my life. The whole experience was a whirlwind. Some of it I don’t remember. Some moments I can picture as clear as if they happened five minutes ago. Continue reading