Mission Call: October 8, 2014

October 8, 2014 was an exciting day. The mail came about an hour earlier than it had all week. (Trust me, I checked even though I knew it wouldn’t be there.) I walked down to the mailbox with composure and opened it. I didn’t see my call! The sneaky mailman had put the magazines and bills on top of it. I grabbed the mail like I had never grabbed mail before and smiled the whole way home.

Now the waiting game began. I waited, and waited, and waited, AND WAITED. Six hours later, it was finally the moment of truth.

Family and friends filed in the doorway making guesses to where I might go. You never know how loved you are until you see so many people surrounding you and supporting you. (Side note: Thanks to everyone that came or in some way participated in this. It meant so much to me and I’m so lucky to have such great people in my life!)

After what felt like only two minutes of greeting people, it was time to open my mission call. I made my way to center of attention. (My least favorite place to be may I add.) The opening prayer was said by my lovely mom and the tears started flowin’. I knew this was what I was supposed to be doing.

I struggled to open the perfectly sealed envelope. I opened it and hid the words with the packet that was provided.

Dear Sister Tremblay:

You are hereby called to serve (lost it) as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

I paused for a couple seconds. I couldn’t get myself to move the thick paper down to the next line of the letter. I slowly moved down to the next sentence and the first word I saw was Brazil. In the recording of me opening my call, you will notice this is the part where I start crying uncontrollably. I was so overcome with fear at this time. There is more to it, but I know that at that time, Satan knew the impact I would have on people in my mission and didn’t want me to go.

You are assigned to labor in the Brazil Recife Mission… You should report to the Brazil MTC on Wednesday, March 4, 2015. You will prepare to preach the gospel in the PORTUGUESE language.

I definitely wasn’t expecting Brazil. If you would have asked me before I got my call where I wanted to serve, I would have replied: “Nowhere foreign!”. I do not know why I have been called to Recife, Brazil, but I do know that Heavenly Father knows best. Honestly, it will take time to know why I have been called there because I didn’t think I could physically or emotionally handle somewhere like that. But the faith I have in Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ is enough for me at this point.  I cannot let my selfishness deprive someone of happiness. And besides, when I have the most Supreme Being in the whole universe on my side, what do I have to fear?

Porque eu recebi muito, eu também devo dar.

XOXO,

Irma Tremblay. 😉

The official letter. :)

The official letter. 🙂

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