Full of sunshine and lightness—I bounced in my chair.
“It’s here!” my destiny—my call
to serve God and the people living in the
great, white, unopened envelope.
“Sister Gillespie” I strangely sounded out the title
that would become more preciously familiar than
my own name.
Still sunny and light, I gaze at my family’s
Excited for me.
Excited for my excitement.
All eyes turn to my unsteady hands—turning
my destiny over and over—desperate to get inside.
And I read
And Mom cried
And Thad ran off to find a map.
More than an assignment. More than filling a vacancy.
This is my destiny and ordination.
And little did I know, stammering and grateful in my sunlit chair—
That I already knew these people.
And we agreed to open our destinies together.
About halfway through my mission in Novosibirsk, Russia, we had a zone conference about how our assignment to that particular mission at that specific time was inspired. I had honestly never considered it. I had assumed that “if ye have desires to serve God, ye are called to the work” and I would just go wherever they had a vacancy. But sitting on my rough Russian couch that afternoon in Ulan Ude, I realized what a tremendously personal blessing it was to be there, at that time. My life will always be tinged with echoes of Siberia. My husband served in the same mission, we likely wouldn’t have met without our mutual mission friends; my mission president and his wife continue to influence our marriage and personal lives; and some of my very best friendships were borne during that time. And most importantly, I learned for myself that the Gospel was true. And God, Himself, is doing His work.