I woke up at 7am and couldn't get back to sleep. I waited all day for the mail and finally - it came! I put my papers in last Tuesday and beyond some peoples belief I actually got it today.
I held on to my call until about 3 pm (received it at 1) and read it in front of my family. To give you guys some background on my background, I have a pretty rough patch in my highschool days. Finding the church again was one of the best blessings in my entire life and it has been worth every bit.
As I began to read "Dear Elder Allred:
You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints" my eyes welled up with tears, these were words that I had wanted to read since I can remember. I always was moved by the first words of a mission call and finally received a call beginning with my name.
I continued to read and paused before I read where I am going -- my sister was visiting from Connecticut with her new husband for her reception this week; perfect timing to get my call. I said "Oh my goodness" and read that I am assigned to labor in the Connecticut Hartford Mission.
My sister started to cry. She was not married in the temple, and her husband is an RM but inactive. Now I will be serving in their state. She was so happy that I may one day go to the temple with her after my mission.
Everyone cheered and my mom was crying. It was really loud and then I remembered "hey, I wanted to learn a language" and continued reading. I told everyone to wait a minute! I then read "You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Spanish language." I was absolutely speechless. My mother had first said when I decided to go that she thinks I was going to New England area States, and I even thought I may go to New York. I wanted to learn a language really bad, and kind of wanted to go somewhere cold. It's almost spooky that everything fell into place so well.
Here is something I shared with my friend who is putting his papers in in these next few weeks:
"you probably hear this a lot, but let me tell you what it feels like in detail. People say "Wherever you go, it'll be great" when I heard that I thought "they are just telling me that so I am happy with anything" but it really is so true. You'll open your call and read "You are hereby called to serve as a missionary..." and then you'll read where you are going and the burning in your bosom is there. You may shake, or be numb. But it's the most amazing feeling in the world. you know that's where you need to be."
I leave for the MTC on December 9th and will be there for I believe two months to learn the language.
Hopefully my sister living so close doesn't move me, it shouldn't but I have heard of it. I know this is where I need to be. I can't wait to teach the people of Connecticut and Rhode Island.
I think that's about all I have for now.