My decision wasn't made easily. I didn't have one of those "AH-HA" moments. Serving a mission actually wasn't always something I wanted to origionally do. Speaking totally honestly, I was pretty sure I would get married before I would ever even consider leaving on a mission. When the mission age changed I felt like it was something I could consider in my long list of options, but it was number 10 on a list of 10 things to do after high school. I had felt the greatest spiritual prompting to this date when President Monson announced the age change, so I thought a little more about it but then it resumed it's faithful spot on my list of things to do if all else failed. The decision kinda came more like an idea. Like a slow growing desire. An, oh yeah so most of my friends are leaving on a mission, and I think that's something I may want to look more into. It slowly became an idea that seemed like something I really wanted to do. I went to miss
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