All missionaries, that i've talked to anyway, have a rough time trying to readjust at home. They have months to prepare themselves for the fact that the 'real world' is not going to be the same as the one they've been living in. However, for medically released missionaries it is a little different.
I served in the Texas San Antonio Mission. While there I saw so many miracles, and strengthened my testimony even more that I have a Heavenly Father that loves me. And knows me. I came home from my mission on January 14, 2014. I found out I was coming home on January 13. And needless to say, it was a little bit of a culture shock. I went from having someone with me 24/7 to having this thing they call 'spare time' all to my self. I went from a set schedule of studying scriptures, praying, and serving- to basically doing whatever I wanted. Old habits fought to come back, and the temptations of the world sought to destroy the faith I had found on my mission. So, as I wake up everyday it is a quest, a battle to do those things that keep me anchored to the Lord. It isn't easy. Sleep or prayer? Movie or scriptures? We cannot simply sit idle and expect to be coming closer to our Father. We have to fight for it. This whole life is a quest to prepare to go home. Home to our Heavenly Father.
While coming home was a trial, a test of faith. It was also a blessing, to help me see how strong I could be, how strong I am. And to help me recognize that I am constantly preparing to go home. And so are all of you...
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