Things I Learned on My Mission That Have Nothing to do With the Gospel

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It honestly terrifies me to think of who I would be without my mission. While serving, I tended to beat myself up incessantly about never being “enough”; but when I got home, I realized that I actually became someone I was proud of.

I think it’s universally known that missionaries learn a LOT in the 1.5 to 2 years they serve. However, it’s not all spiritual. It’s not about cutting the umbilical cord between them and home, either. A lot of what they learn is about life and people and purpose. At least, this was the case for me.

I would like to point out that the following lessons are not limited to missionaries only. There are many people who knew what I now know because they stayed home or joined the military or went off to school. I just know, however, that the mission is what I personally needed.

Judging others

Sitting On A PorchI never thought of myself as a particularly judgmental person before the mission, but I had no idea what—or who—was awaiting me in Arkansas.

Friendships bloomed with other missionaries whom I never would have given the time of day back home. I also befriended missionaries who never would have given me the time of day under different circumstances.

But because we were all suffering and working and rejoicing together, it connected us in a way nothing else could. I no longer thought of us as being on different “levels” or in separate “classes” like you typically do in high school. Everyone had an equal chance and opportunity to become my friend, and I, theirs.

Never would I have foreseen the fact that my favorite investigators, less-actives, recent converts, etc. would be those who had just come from jail/prison, didn’t have many teeth in their skulls, and smelled distinctly of tobacco and wet dog. It’s true, though. I love(d) those people more than anything.

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Now, when I see someone who resembles my beloved Arkies and Okies, I immediately feel a smile spread across my face.

There’s a lady in line ahead of you who reeks of some unknown stench? She reminds me of the woman who cooked us dinner every week in my second area. There’s a man at the bus stop who looks like he belongs to a gang? He reminds me of a neighbor who fixed our tires and offered us his favorite champagne (which we politely declined).

I’ve learned to replace judgment with “sonder.”

You can get along with ANYONE

LaughingThat being said, I was also paired with mission companions whom I never would have collaborated with before. And let me tell ya, it was ROUGH at times.

I won’t go into specifics, but I must say that I had some very… Interesting ones.

HOWEVER, I learned to make it work with all of them. Heck, we even laughed and had fun!

Was it easy? No. Did it take a lot of conscious effort? Yes. Did I have to let go of my pride? Absolutely. In fact, letting go of my pride was the key.

Some took longer than others to figure out, but I also made it a personal goal to uncover their sense of humor and provide some comedic relief. At the end of the day, everything worked out just fine, and I was able to love each girl in time.

How to push limits and practice self-discipline

Weekly Review for Your GoalsOoh, baby! This is the center of serving a mission. Obviously, I had learned to be disciplined in other aspects of life such as school, violin, and dance; but that was NOTHING compared to what I would face for 18 months in the field.

The mental discipline was by far the hardest part. I learned that you can do anything physically if you have the mental will-power for it. I learned the importance of hard work and not giving up and pushing past my own limitations (again, those limits were all in my head.)

Goal setting was never my thing before serving a mission. But I feel like that’s all you do as a missionary—set goals and (hopefully) smash them. If you don’t set goals, you won’t have a reason to push yourself in the first place.

So, guess what? I now set goals. All. The. Time. And I seriously believe it’s made me a better human.

Poverty at home

I met Michael in a Boston subway station. I told him I liked his sign. “What matters is what it means to you,” he told me.I asked what it meant to him. “Doing a deed or expressing kindness to another person without expecting anything in return,” Michael said.I love approaching strangers wherever I go. Listening and talking to them teaches you about people and how similar we all are to one another. Just like Michael, we’re all seeking human kindness.It’s quite an alluring idea to head off to another country to provide humanitarian aid. You get to experience a different culture and feel like you are making a true impact in people’s lives. However, there is so much more we could be doing in our own countries.

The worst feeling ever was wanting to physically help people on the mission, but not being able to. There is SO much poverty in the U.S.—more than I ever realized—that is sometimes forgotten among the Instagram-worthy humanitarian trips.

Helping U.S. citizens find food, shelter, and stable jobs is just as important and life-altering as helping people in far-off lands get clean water.

There’s ALWAYS a bright side

BrightI know it’s cheesy and cliché, but there really is a positive in everything. It didn’t matter how dark things seemed to get on my mission—there was always something (albeit, sometimes insignificant)—that helped me hold on to hope.

For me, the non-gospel related bright sides included: my family, having people in the ward, community, etc., who loved and supported me, being able to laugh about something that day (this was a HUGE one for me), sunshine, a home-cooked meal. You get the gist.

Find something positive to hold on to and remember it always.

Appearances DO matter

The monkey was absolutely mesmerized by his own image in the mirror. I took a few different photos of this monkey playing with the mirror on my scooter at a location called Monkey Hill in Thailand. The monkey was so gentle and was really happy to stare at his own image. I wonder if the monkey knew it was his own reflection or if he thought it was another monkey.Say whaaa?! Bet you weren’t expecting that one, were ya? It’s true, though (to a certain extent).

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I remember attending one particular zone conference in which this topic was addressed. We were taught to keep our shoes polished and hygiene up to par. The women were encouraged to wear makeup, even if it was minimal.

It wasn’t a painful thing to discuss as appearances sometimes can be. Our leaders just wanted us to take care of ourselves and look our best. Because, quite honestly, when you are looking your best you tend to perform better and people respect you more.

I’m not saying you have to wear lipstick or spend 20 minutes putting gel in your hair every day. If you want to do that—more power to ya! I just know that a little more effort can go a long way in boosting both performance and confidence.

Concluding thoughts

Refine, hone, improveI’m sure I still could have learned these lessons if I didn’t serve a mission. But I’m grateful for them and my 18-month experience, nonetheless.

My mission-prep instructor once told us missions are selfish ventures—that we serve them not to spread the gospel (it’s just an added bonus), but to shape ourselves into who God would have us become. My mission was proof of that, and the lessons I learned are proof that God doesn’t just care about the spiritual. Whatever your refiner’s fire may be, seek the spiritual as well as the temporal.

Becca is an adventure-seeking, music-loving, student and blogger who would prefer to live her life barefoot in the great outdoors. Her passions include backpacking, reading, dancing, and violining. She is convinced she has the greatest sisters in the world.