Well as of yesterday I've been out for 22 months. As you can imagine I'm starting to feel the vast amount of time that is behind me.
Unhappily it's been affecting me quite a bit. I had a very interesting conversation with a missionary (also a good friend of mine)- where I realized how much the past year and a half had drained me-also how I wasn't allowing the Lord to lift me up. A trend I've noticed in this mission is that all of us missionaries are stubborn. Which is necessary, It takes a certain bit of toughness to be able to grind through the doors that one does. However, though we have determination and desire, during this conversation I realized that there's a level of humility that I lacked in that I had my idea of what was right and my desire. Although I may work hard- what's the use if it's not what the Lord wants or needs. I can be obedient but if it's not out of love for the Lord what's the use. I realized I always brought myself down because I thought I was failing at what the Lord expected from me when I realized in reality It was what I wanted and I was assuming what I wanted was what the Lord had planned. When in reality I need to focous more on what the Lord needs and requires of me and less on what I want.
22 months and still don't have everything figured out. Guess that's what eternal progression means- it doesn't end. Well it's not necessarily someone getting baptized or something but, for me, such a realization is just as important as anything else.
Elder McDonald.