You know that scene where maverick gets called back to top gun...
on February 4th it will have been one year since I read the words, "you are assigned to labor in the Brazil Florianópolis mission" with shaky hands, shaky voice, tears in my eyes and laughing in disbelief. Honestly, I'm here and I'm still in disbelief.
before I got my call I was planning on opening it alone, but once it came, I felt immense peace and wanted to share it
when I got the text saying my call was ready wow, I've never had chills like that. I was at work, teaching ballet.
when I read my call, I remember looking above the paper and seeing everyone I loved. lots of who didn't know what a mission was, but they knew it meant a lot to me, so, they were there.
that meant the world to me
then I remember looking down at the paper and seeing Braz- and the rest is a blur.
next thing, my dad screencasted to our tv a photo of Florianópolis, a tropical island and had the words "top vacation locations" next to it and I was pretty happy.
that was such a special sacred week and day for me. I remember the night after I opened my call, my dad sat me down, opened up Duolingo and taught me the word "eu" (means I) and he made me pronounce it correctly 17 times. . good times. still working on that pronunciation, dad ;)
just my call alone has grown my testimony. From my president, to my companions, to my areas, this has been exactly what I needed. it's different than what I thought I needed, but it's perfect for me. for my growth and weaknesses but also for my strengths.
Crazy to think all that has happened one year ago. in even less time than that, I'll be home.
goes fast
my comp said, "a mission is something we looked forward to our entire life, and we'll have eternity to look back on"
this really is my childhood dream and it's wild to think in less than a year it'll be a memory to look back on.
in my farewell talk, I mentioned how when everyone arrived to watch me open it, I went into my room alone, got on my knees and said a prayer
I thanked my Heavenly Father for my call and promised him I'd honor it
when days get long or hard or repetitive or 170 degrees, or the irmãs try to feed me chicken heart or cow intenstine, I think about that promise I made
I'm honored to be here in the bottom of Brasil, in the jungle with bugs that shouldn't be allowed on earth, eating pão de queijo and speaking Português
most importantly, I'm honored to be serving the Savior and that God trusted me with his loved children here in Brasil
que maravilhoso nosso propósito é
sister copeland
amo Brasil
transfers next week
please say a prayer for me (please)
best way to describe how I felt ⬇️
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