People keep asking, "When will you leave." I guess they truly want to get rid of us. My boss keeps saying that I will be gone soon. A co-worker asked to day, 'When will you leave?" Again, I said I didn't know.
Our papers are in no mans land. They are sitting in cyber-space. My bishop sent them out to float around Venus and when they return they will be with our stake president. Since Bonnie is in Colorado until Monday, he won't be interviewing us until at least next week. Then he will send them around Pluto, or some other planet and then we wait until they arrive in Church Headquarters. Then they will go before the missionary committee. I am sure they will evaluate them, find out what we CANNOT do and then give them to the decision makers.
Timing? I surely don't know. I can't speak with any knowledge or hope. I have heard too many horror stories about the timing of anyone getting a mission call. Are the young men the same as the OLD men? Do seniors get priority, or are they put on the "wait table" at Headquarters? I don't know.
Bonnie's brother is still waiting and it has been seven weeks. Will we be waiting that long? Who knows. But we will wait and keep telling everyone that we are patient and will accept it when it comes. When will we leave? I will post it when I know.
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