When I was going through my closet trying to minimalize stuff, I came across this mission box and I thought some memories are not worth giving up. Some of the things in this box I don't need to hang on to. I will open up this box every few years and be reminded of the great 18 months I spent serving the Lord and enjoying that wonderful time. I don't need to save every little thing from those 18 months .
These books were my study journals. They have so much good info in them. I took so many notes and learned so much spiritually on my mission. These books will never leave my house. They are a great treasure to look back and read through.
Here is an example of how I took notes and learned.
Then I have my journal. This has so many emotions rolled into it. Before I went on my mission I read my sisters mission journal and it helped prepare me for what was to come. It was a REAL insight into a mission. I let my younger sister read through my journals when we was debating going on a mission and I hope she enjoyed them as well. haha I hope my kids will one day read these and it will help them decide to serve a mission, or at least learn something from them.
These were my planners. They held 6 weeks or 1 change. I didn't realize how much I loved this planner until I got home and started buying the exact same size for the year. I have one from every year after the mission and I currently have one.
These planners had my life in them each change. I wrote so much stuff down in them. I loved going back through and seeing what we did each day. Who we contacted and taught.
This was a letter from my mission president.
This is my actual mission call. I need to laminate it or something so it won't get ruined ever.
My mom sent me a calendar with pictures of my family. I loved being able to see my family and my companions loved it as well. They got to know me a little bit better.
I have a cd book with pictures. The white handbook. My tiny spanish bible, a cassette tape I made with my companion. My teaching aids, my bus card and Chilean ID... My money pouch with some real money still.
This was an interesting find that I didn't know I would be getting from my mission president when I left. Every week we were to write to our mission president and let him know how we were doing. Well he put all of my emails on a cd and sent me home with it. I have yet to read these but I can imagine how good they were.
This is my binder of important papers that we got from conferences or anything. It also kept all of my hand written letters I got from family, friends, mission friends.
My mom printed off all of the letters I typed and kept them for me. As I was reading through these it was so fun to be taken back into those moments. Its like I was there again. I am so glad that I took the time to write my family and that my mom was so nice to save them all.
A Soccer shirt from Chile. I have one that I wear occasionally but this one I think I got for one of my brothers but it doesn't fit anymore so he gave it back. One day I will give it to my kids and let them wear it.
This sweet sweet badge means so much to me. Everyday when I put this on I was so privileged to be a missionary. I loved my mission, there were some very very hard days.... and even weeks but there were some really really good days and weeks. I learned so much, I felt so much. I have never grown so close to special women I call companions. I have never been so spiritually high as I was on my mission. I was dedicated 100% to serving the Lord. It was a great 18 months. I learned so much about myself and know I became a better person because I was willing to go way out of my comfort zone. I know I received so many blessings because of that. I wish everyone could serve a mission so they can feel of that love. Just tonight I saw the Elders walking down the road in the rain and I had true sympathy for them. I was taken back to a day when I was new on my mission and it had been raining all day. We got to lunch and we were soaked. I thought we have to go home and change there is no way we can continue. We did continue working until it was time to come home. When I took my shoes off that night I have never seen my feet to wrinkled and cold. I thought they were going to fall off. I learned a lot from all of my companions and love each one dearly.
I love the people that I taught and love to keep in contact with them. They bring me joy each time I hear they are still doing well in the gospel. It brings me true joy.