"So, where did you serve?” and its iterations have become my least favorite questions. What do you say? Oh, I didn’t? That’s not strictly true, you can serve anywhere and everywhere. One reason I dislike those questions so much is because they are based on someone’s assumption of me and my life as a member of the church, and because I didn’t have a decent answer. Equally painful were questions from people I knew asking when I would go, or why I hadn’t gone yet. My mother says she has also fielded questions about whether I’m going to serve a mission, especially after my older sister returned home, feeling like she has to defend that I am active, temple-attending, and worthy, although I haven't served a mission. I've make a habit of turning uncomfortable questions and explanations into a sort of joke so that others don’t feel uncomfortable, but that solution only works one way. It was about two years ago that this started grating on me, in part because i...
"Having a testimony alone is not enough. In fact, when we are truly converted, we cannot be restrained from testifying." -M. Russell Nelson