Ladies and gentlemen, we did it.
Although it got cut just a bit short, I finally made it to the end of my mission serving as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in the Utah, Salt Lake City West Mission.
These past 1.9 years/22.7 months/98.5 weeks/689 days have been some of the greatest years/months/weeks/days of my entire life. I have come to know -- through successes and failures, blessings and trials, joys and sorrows -- that God is my loving Heavenly Father and that this whole time it has truly been His work and I am just His instrument. Sometimes I wasn't His best instrument. I have also learned that the greatest demonstration of His love was when He sent His Son, Jesus Christ to the Earth, to teach his Gospel, establish a church, and follow the will of the Father by suffering and dying for every one of us. He loves me, and he loves each one of you. His arm is always extended when you are knocked on the ground or even when you stand tall.
I know that the Church of Jesus Christ, after once being lost, has indeed been restored on the Earth through a living prophet, as God has done time and time again with the prophets of old. This prophet was Joseph Smith. I know he was a prophet, because I have come to know that the Book of Mormon, which he could have translated only through the power of God, is undoubtedly true. I cannot deny the feeling that I get every time that I read a verse that was written just for me. It's true. It's all true. Every word. That was the first truth that I had to come to know when I started my mission; it was pretty hard to bear testimony of the Book of Mormon when I didn't know it was true at the beginning of my mission. I know my Heavenly Father hears and answers my prayers. I have come to recognize the promptings of the Holy Ghost, which is quite possibly the greatest challenge for every missionary and person alike.
Serving the Lord has proved to be one of the most challenging and most rewarding experiences of my life. I feel so bad for my first handful of companions that had to work alongside myself, me being one of the most unpleasant, arrogant, ungrateful, and unloving people that I know. I am grateful to have been changed through Christ, through countless moments of pure repentance using His Atonement. I regret not having been a kinder person towards the beginning of my mission, but I have absolutely no regret as to who I am today. I still have much to learn, grow, and change, as many of you will see when I come home. But I will break down and cry if I come home and anyone says, "You haven't changed a bit." If such is the case, these past two years will have been an utter waste.
But I know this time has not been spent in vain, because every night, I have gotten on my knees and tried to utter out the phrase, "Lord, I did my best today." For the days where I have truly tried my best, this sentence was easy to say, and the Lord would always "slam dunk" me with the Spirit as a confirmation of the Lord's satisfaction for my day's offering. For the days where I lacked true discipleship, the Spirit would let me know where I could've done better, and I would commit to do better the next day, and I again would feel a confirmation of my day's offering. The days where I was all in, I was the happiest, and the Lord blessed me the most. The days where I was a "part-time" missionary and focused more on myself, I wasn't happy, and the Lord didn't bless me as much. This is His work. I love Him.
I am very grateful for all of you that have been supporting me and reading these emails since week one. I really hope that you've seen at least a little bit of change in me since the beginning from just my emails alone.
I'm going to be coming home tomorrow, December 17th. I will be giving my homecoming talk at church on Sunday, December 26th, and all of you are invited to come hear my testimony and my many experiences that have shaped me into the person that I am today.
I have loved being a missionary! See you all soon!!!
Elder Terry