Last week my son was at preschool and I put in the Children's Songbook music cd that has different primary songs. I was sitting on the floor playing with my daughter and the songs were about missionaries. The song playing at the time was "I Hope They Call Me on a Mission." I clearly remember loving that song when I was in Primary. It was one of my favorites and I remember as a little girl wanting to go on a mission. But when my 21st birthday neared and I had the mission papers to fill out I got scared. I didn't want to go. Those papers sat in my room for three months and I almost did not fill them out. But I did. And I went. And because of that I have my husband. I have my son. And I have my daughter. And I have one on the way with a heartbeat of 160 beats per minute, which I heard this morning. I am very blessed.
