Hmmm....

So I dropped off the face of the planet for a little bit. No seriously I dropped off and am now just barely coming back for air. I have many thoughts which have been going through my mind and well I am not sure what all is best to talk about.

For now I will content myself with a story that I found while reading some old letters of my mothers. (With total permission to do so I might add.) You most likely have heard this one before but it was my first time hearing it and I want to remember this story forever.

The following took place in a ward in Salt Lake City in 1974. It occurred during Sacrament meeting.


A young man, just before leaving on his mission stood in Sacrament meeting and bore, in essence, the following testimony.


Brothers and Sisters, as you know during the past few weeks I have been awaiting my mission call. During the time I was waiting I had a dream. I know it was not an ordinary dream. I dreamed I was in the pre-existence and was awaiting my call to come to earth. 
I saw that I was filled with the same excitement and anticipation that I had before I received my mission call. In my dream, I was talking to a friend. He was a dear friend, and I felt a special closeness to him, even though I've never met him in this life.
As we talked, a messenger came and gave me a letter. I knew it was my call to go to earth. In great excitement, my friend and I opened the letter. I gave it to him and asked him to read it out loud. the letter said:
   "You have been called to earth in a special time and to a special land. You will be born into the true church, and you will have the priesthood of God in your home. You will be raised with many blessings and many advantages. You will be born in the land of plenty, a land of freedom. You will go to earth in the United States of America."
My friend and I rejoiced as we read my call, and as we rejoiced the messenger returned. This time he had a letter for my friend. We knew it was his call to earth. My friend gave me the letter to read out loud. the letter said:
   "You have been called to go to earth in circumstances of poverty and strife. You will not be raised in the true church. Many hardships will attend your life. Your land will be fraught with political and social difficulties which will hinder the work of the Lord. You will be born in Costa Rica."
We wept, my friend and I as we read his call. and my friend looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "When we are down on earth, you in your chosen land and me in Costa Rica, my friend, please come and find me."
Then this young missionary, with tears in his own eyes, said, "Brothers and Sisters, I have received my call. I am going to Costa Rica." 


There is a sequel to this story. About a year after this Sacrament meeting, the Bishop of this ward received a letter from the missionary in Costa Rica. the letter had one shit of paper in it, and on that one sheet of paper, written in one-inch-high letters were the words...

I FOUND MY FRIEND

(From the journal of Floyd Hill)

"I hope they call me on a mission, when I have grown a year or two, by then I think I will be ready, to teach and preach and work as missionaries do."

I can't wait for my call to come.