Its weird being back.
I guess I didn't realize how being a missionary became so apart of me.
The name tag, the skirt. Constantly being "on stage"
I went to the store today, someone looked at me, I looked to where my tag would be, it wasn't there. oh.
Sometimes, I feel like a stranger. People look different. Taller, older looking.
It's weird how a mission is so simple, so hard, so difficult, so good.
Somethings have been easy to handle coming home, others not.
Things that were once "important" aren't anymore.
Do I jump into "normal" life or cautiously stick my toe in.
Things that were clear, became muddied, confusing.
My testimony has grown, the gospel is simple, the atonement is real!
The effects I saw that it had on people. Astounding.
My beliefs were mocked, laughed at, challenged.
It made me stronger, more sure of everything.
The gospel is really so simple.
These people will be apart of my life forever.
That makes me happy.
I'm writing a series of what I learned from my mission. It's more for me than it is you. I can't be selfish though and keep what I learned to myself. That would go against everything that I learned these past 18 months. I gotta keep being a missionary :)
~Linz
