Some try to describe the air, the food, the feeling that fills the center of training for missionaries,
they say there's excitement, and chatter, and whispers, as nervous young men begin this new phase,
they say you'll get fat but hard working, as you eat a lot, read a lot, learn a lot.
They say the teachers are the best in the world, (mine is better than yours),
but the saddest moment comes 6 weeks later when you're leaving the once entered doors.
Then some might attempt the even loftier task of describing the emotions that come in the field
they might describe the strangeness, awkwardness, and comical experiences, that everyone has,
they might have learned a language and struggled, maybe they asked for more, when they were already full,
they might tell you how great the joy is of seeing an investigator in church or someone overcome sin.
the indescribable joy that only comes when seeing someone you've taught in the waters of baptism.
Lots of people will try and describe the "best two years" but its impossible to do.
You'll never understand what a missionary feels, until you're a missionary too.
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