Okay, so I still don't know where I'm going, and I need to wait three more hours until I'm allowed to open it! I may or may not go insane.
Sooo...this post is titled "Patience" because I had to wait ELEVEN WEEKS AND FOUR DAYS for my call to arrive. The first two weeks were incredibly exciting, after the fourth week I was slightly concerned, and by the eighth week I was frustrated and a tad bit angry (teensie weensie bit). All that is completely irrelevant now, because it's here!!! My mom already saw where I'm going and she screamed...so it's gonna be epic!
I have a strong testimony of the fact that the Lord has His own time schedule. He knows what we need and when we need it. I guess He was just testing me to see whether I was really prepared to serve a mission or not. Well I am! And here I come, random country!!!!