And boy, did He give it to me.
I
had never had so many joys and tears before. I had never loved so many
people before. I had never had so many trials before that would rip my
heart right out of me. I had never felt the joy and peace of my Elder
Brother patching me back together even stronger than before. I had never
seen (or at least recognized) so many miracles, whether great or small,
before. I had never seen so many things that testify about the Savior's
hand in every part of existence. I had never felt so close to my Father
in Heaven before.
So what does my mission mean
to me? My mission means everything to me, because Jesus Christ means
everything to me. I love Him dearly. He has been with me through each
and every step, mile, tear, smile, and laugh. He has been with me
through every moment of joy in a show of progression in one I love. He
has been with me through every moment of extreme frustration in someone
preventing another's conversion in the gospel. He has been with me when I
thought I couldn't go any further. He has been with me when He taught
me eternal truths of His love and devotion.
I
testify that Jesus Christ lives. He lives eternally and He loves
eternally. He is the author of my faith and anchor to my soul. He is the
beginning and end of my testimony. His atonement is real. It is all
powerful and ever reaching. There is nothing the atonement and love of
Christ cannot heal, even when the world or that little voice in your
head tells you otherwise. I am eternally grateful and indebted to my
Savior for all He has done for me on my mission and for all He will do
for me in the future.
D&C 76:22, "And now,
after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the
testimony, last of all, which [I] give of him: That he lives!"
Sister Smyly Crawford