There’s a common saying among returned missionaries that their missions were the best two years of their life. I even thought that once. I no longer do however. It was a good experience ?¢‚Ç¨‚Äù valuable even ?¢‚Ç¨‚Äù and probably ranks as the better two years of my life.
I have to say though that in the more than 12 years I have been home, I have had more valuable experiences than any mission experience.
No experience with any mission companion comes close to equating with kneeling with Mary across the wedding altar nearly 12 years ago when we were married.
No convert experience compares with being part of the birth of my three children.
I’ve learned more regarding how the Church operates as a two-time elders quorum president and serving under a bishop and stake mission president than I ever did from any priesthood leader on my mission.
The poverty I experienced on my mission was nothing close to the poverty we experienced when we first moved to Lethbridge.
The trials I had on my mission pale in comparison to the faith-shaking experiences I have had since then.
Do I consider my mission the best two years of my life? No.
Would I go back and do it all again? Yes.