Getting Closer to the Edge

Well, starting today, I only have 15 days left before I head to the MTC, which I would be having my training in Provo, Utah. And it's getting near on wearing that  famous black name tag, not to mention that awesome name that starts with Elder.

Brace yourselves to see me wearing that black name tag!

I still wonder how would be my first feeling when I get to have my own name tag, always wearing that plain white shirt, and always having a companion with me by my side at all times. It would be pretty much weird at first, but I'll be getting the hang of it in no time!

Anyways, I'm still under the preparation period where things are still on their way, not to mention the waiting part on our approval visa letter from the Headquarters. But patience precedes me after receiving my own ordinance in the temple just last week. And I can never forget how happy I was to receive that ordinance.

Now that some have been done, we should start doing the other important things.

A Long Time Longing

So now I have my mission call, what now?

OF COURSE! WE CELEBRATE FOR THAT!!!

And by celebration, I mean to do nothing of a sort.

Apparently, I am way too busy to think of going partying. Not to mention, I have to process a lot of paper works pertaining to my mission travelling needs. That includes my passport, visa, plane ticket, flight schedule, Yaddah Yaddah Yaddah.


But since I'm doing all things are done now accordingly, all I need to do is to wait for good results.

And now........ we wait!

"Called to Serve"

For all those who are searching for the Hymn #249 in Google or wherever, don't blame me you ended up in this blog of mine! It's just how I roll, baby!

Anyways, back to the real thing.

So yeah. Last Tuesday, June 19, 1:00 pm, I was proof-reading my PB (Patriarchal Blessing) and editing the misspelled words, ungrammatically arranged sentences. Then my bishop sent me a text message that he has received my mission call. You would probably have an idea what I did when I saw that text. If you don't, I was jumping my butt up and down the kitchen floor, until I ended up going to the room and jumping up and down again. And after that, tears started rolling out of my eyes....mushy? Yes, it is.

After a few weeks of waiting, the long-waited call is here!! And I am about to touch it!!

So, I still have to attend my institute class. And since the teacher in my Religion 130 is my bishop in my ward, he has my call.

And a planned Family Home Evening in our chapel has been done, except my expected people who were supposed to be there weren't. It's kinda sad, but it's still good. I have my call, that's what matters most to me. Many had made their guesses on where I would be assigned. Even my  bishop gave out his guess even though he knows where I will go. AND NOW, THE OPENING OF THE MISSION CALL!!

Excuse me for my hideous shoes, they're for my snowy first area.

And now, the reading of the call:

Alaska Anchorage Mission.

Yep, you see it right! It's all the way to Alaska. And I didn't even imagine to be assigned there. Not to mention it's going to be a snowy, cold, frostbitten area. But I'm guessing I can stand it.

Bottom line, I still can't believe I am serving at the Lord's errand. To be a part of the Great Army to preach the Gospel.

And now... We wait

A Tribute to the one Named "Dad"

SO, I've been pondering lately. And I can't help but to think of what is about to come. I have been thinking of Father's Day. It's a day to give tribute to all dads out there who has done so much for their family. A day that reminds me so much of my father who, through-out the years, has stood with us as we face the challenges in our lives.

Me and my dad in the orthopedic department while getting a cast on my legs

I'm basically the type of person who is not passionate at people who I get to see everyday. I'm also that type that is not sweet to others, because I'm not a mushy type. But unfortunately, I feel that I need to say it and express it in a brief, and short few words:

Happy Father's Day, and I love you!!

THERE!!! I SAID IT! And it was hard to say that! But I know to myself that he could be dying to hear that from one of his children. Especially, when the times that I was there to be with him in times of a need for a listener, an immediate companion, and an immediate friend as well. 

My dad has been with me from the time I first went to school. He was with me the time I got really sick, and drove me to the hospital. He was the one who acted both roles at the same time when we lost on part of the family. He also acted out as a sibling if ever there is a need for it, in special cases, he would try to be a prick to be a sibling. He was there to support me, always. He has been a role model to me, and to my family. He has done so many great things that he need to sacrifice some things behind him for the good of the family. He is one of a kind. He is something no one could ever replace. A role not easy to  fulfill, but not hard to love. 

A stolen smiling shot of his face behind me

Even though people thought that I was actually older, or of the same age with you, I still, and really love you. No force on this planet could ever change that, unless I get hit by a bike and kill my toenails. Just kidding!!!

You don't deserve anything that would be gone in time, but you deserve an eternal gift where you could use the blessing not only to make yourself happy, but others as well. You are a super hero to me, and someone who could do many things in life. To this day forward, I salute you for all the good works you have done!

Let's not forget who were those people with us, who stood with us, and who has loved us all the way. An eternal role is a calling no need for releasing nor sustaining. It is a calling of a lifetime. Someday, I hope to be a good one. I hope that I find myself having a family of my own, doing a lot of great things with them, through  good times and bad times. 

To all Fathers out there, I raise my glass and salute you all!

Still Waiting For *That* Miracle

So, the month is over. And it's more than a month since I last passed them application form. And I can't help but to feel kinda left out after seeing some of my friends leaving for their mission.

On my sitch, I haven't even received it yet. And the more I don't think of receiving it, the more people are reminding me when I leave.

To be honest, I feel envy now. But as far as I can do, I have to remove that feeling. Because I know for myself that that feeling would lead me nowhere but trouble.

But still, I devoted my time and talent over working with the missionaries and magnifying my calling as a Youth leader. No disappointment would stop my diligence and kasipagan on doing my priesthood duties and responsibilities that may come and go to me as I magnify my callings.

I love the Church no matter what happen. I know the things that I know are true, and only myself would be accountable for anything that I deny or something I would do wrong. (Hopefully, none of these would happen)

I sure hope that the *miracle* would come sooner.... like today or something, I don't know. I'm no manghuhula.

I'm Inactive

If you're actually thinking I'm church inactive, then your mind is just that demented. And there is NO WAY I'm becoming church inactive.

As a matter of fact, I have never been this active in the church for the past 16 years of my life. But since I'm referring to a different inactivity, I'll stop with this then.

Anyways, since I have been busy from the past few weeks of my life, not to mention I have been currently been leaving my house every once in awhile, I have been going out with the Elders in our ward in preparation to my mission. No, I have not been going out with them to have unnecessary fun, but we have to propagate the work of the Lord in our ward, though.

I've been doing a lot of stuffs that had made me busy to go a post anything either on facebook, twitter, in this blog, or even tumblr. But I'm still going on facebook and trying to catch up with some of my friends from every parts of the world.

But anyways, I'll do everything I can to catch up with  the things around the internet, and try not to be a bum as much as I was before.

Now, off to my life again..... I think.

Nerve-racking, teeth-grinding moment

So, I basically can't wait to get my mission call. I just can't wait. And the pressure already coming into me without noticing. What more when I get my mission call? It will be sooooo pressuring and much more.nerve-racking.

But anyways, I have to do it. I'm the one who wants go anyways, so no sweat and stress.

Except when you are in the mission field, you'll know the stress, discouragement, disappointments, disagreements, and many more dis-words coming as you enter it. But never fear, the time is far spent, I have work enough to do.

Well, I guess going on a mission would be totally worth it. Actually, much much more worth going to. We will see in the next few months and weeks.

Now.... Good luck to me on where I would be serving my mission.... Whereever that is.