Our report day was finally in sight............!
We hopped on a plane with no idea what to expect and headed for the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah. We love this area and felt very familiar with our surroundings due to the many years our many children spent there attending BYU. Arriving in Provo would be the last familiar thing we would experience for a long time. Why would you have to go to a training center to be a missionary? We didn't know, but we would soon see a new world open before us. This new world is totally removed from the one we all know. Here there is no media, no need for shopping, or cooking, or most of the other daily tasks one spends time on. The Spirit dominates your consciousness, bringing a peace and a feeling of lifted cares. Our time was occupied with classes and devotionals and meeting new friends who were headed off to other mission assignments. The days were long and the schedule full-----a mission is not for wimps! Although the bounteous meals set before us, with no effort on our part, were a lovely experience, our bed became our best friend. We fell into it early and stayed there until the last possible minute before starting the next new day. There were approximately 200 senior missionaries----people of retirement age---in the MTC the week we spent there. In contrast, there were several thousand young missionaries there the same week. Those young missionaries stole my heart right then and there but that is another post to come.