It's just so weird to get a mission call through email. My friend's son opened his in chemistry class and texted her the news. Yikes.
Will wanted a little more than that.
We gathered- some via Zoom and some in person.
It is really a strange moment. And actually pretty vulnerable.
He was so worried that he would be disappointed in his call- even though he knew that shouldn't be a thing.
Wherever it was to, he just wanted to feel it. Feel God telling him it was truly for him.
Vanuatu, Port Vila Mission- we had to look it up.
Never heard of it. But we felt it.
Will felt it deeply. Relief and happiness.
And now, he is temporarily going to Tucson. That assignment came less dramatically and I was worried. One week in the MTC and another big change. A disappointing one. I worried all day about how he would take it. But he didn't even flinch.
Though he didn't know it then, but what he felt on that day way back when, was God affirming his call to serve. Period. Wherever.
So Tucson tomorrow and Vanuatu some day.
All is well.
