I'm no missionary, and I can't wear any armor, either. I just gotta be the way I am.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In heaven we shall appear, not in armour, but in robes of glory. But here these are to be worn night and day; we must walk, work, and sleep in them, or else we are not true soldiers of Christ.
In terms of fitting in, you know, I don't have a lot of armor up. I'm a raw nerve and it's really uncomfortable for a lot of people.
My heart reaches out to you missionaries. You simply cannot do it alone and do it well. You must have the help of others. That power to help lies within each of us.
Missionary work has never been easy, and yet the joyful rewards cannot be equaled by any other experience.
For one, I think as a missionary you gotta be stubborn. And you gotta try to be persuasive.
I esteem it the crowning mercy of my life that not only the chief ends I contemplated on becoming a missionary are attained, but I am allowed to see competent, faithful, and affectionate successors actively engaged in the work.
I simply can't wear an outfit if I don't feel that is right for me.
I'm bad; I wear trainers with everything: with a dress, skirts, all of that.
I'm on a missionary journey to become the best version of myself.
My grandmother and my father always said I would end up as a missionary. Well, I feel like I am one now.