Someone had to take it off, and that someone was not going to be me!
I was not going to be like so many others who tore it off like one of those really ugly Christmas sweaters your grandma gave you 5 years ago and you wear just for the sake of wearing it...only one day a year.
This was not just an accessory on my clothing. It made me part of who I became, who I was, who I am.
I've realized that in order for one person to wear the name tag though, someone else must take it off.
Since being home 2 and a half years, I've wondered, "Has it been a good or bad thing that I'm no longer in the "weird stage"?" You know what I'm talking about, that point right after a mission when everyone says, "give him a month and he'll be back to "normal"." I've thought about that a lot recently; when I came home and people thought of me as strange, I was likely doing the following upon coming home:
- I read my scriptures daily
- I constantly helped people. Whether on the bus, train, or in a car, or even in a ward I don't like.
- I had personal prayer. Every day.
- I repented of my short comings. Every day.
- I focused on things of God, rather than things of Me. I tried my best to follow the Spirit's guidance.
After all, I didn't take that off with my name tag...right?