Sunday, December 20, 2009

Called To Serve~Montana Billings Mission

On September 24, 2009 Mitch received his letter from President Thomas S. Monson calling him to serve in the Montana, Billings Mission. He will report to the Provo Mission Training Center on Wednesday, December 30, 2009 before reporting to the mission home in Billings. Mitch is really excited to serve in such a beautiful part of the country and be able to experience a change of seasons, which he misses. He is excited at the chance to work with, what he has heard so far, amazing members and nonmembers of the church in Montana. He is also hopeful that the Mission President will let him go fishing on pdays. Continue to check back for further updates on the progress Mitch is making before he leaves and then while he is serving in Montana.


  1. To my Grandson Mitchell ~ The new experience talked about so many times has arrived! Your choices as a youth and teen allow you to enter the MTC tomorrow so worthy and prepared! Your joy becomes a shared joy with so many! Your awareness that you will never be alone meaning the great love and protection from your Father in Heaven and His Son will also allow you to physically feel comforted when reaching out. 'Reach up with more than a thimble' to catch the many blessings your Heavenly Father desires to provide to will read those words from me in letters or emails many times over the next two years. The sentence is like a private code between us. Just as 'Have a BIG FIVE DAY' reminding you of your total family cheering section offering prayers and sending hugs for you and surrounding you. Allow yourself at least once each day to take time to feel them. I am with you ALL THE WAY. Tomorrow will create a treasured memory ~ one which will be recalled many times in my mind pictures just as the evening we walked through the Mesa Temple doors the first time with you!
    The name tag you place on your clothing tomorrow bears not only your name but the Savior's name ~ I know you will wear it remembering who you are and who He is ~ doing the best you can each day to faithfully serve with obedience. May courage fill and strengthen your person ~ reaching with more than a thimble will definitely help! As your cousin ~ Elder Andrew J. Gwynn would say about now: I need to wrap this up! I love you so very much and sending many hugs filled with tons and bunches ~ Grandma Gwynn

  2. Wednesday ~ the morning began very early for Mitch ~ he said: 3:45 a.m. Though his plane from Phoenix departed on time ~ his arrival in Salt Lake City was late! I saw several new Elders as I waited by the baggage carousel #8. As the minutes ticked away, I began to feel I had missed him! After much pacing a decision was made and I moved toward the escalator ~ and there he was! My lost was found! Baggage was picked up and we were out the door to the van. A cold snowy day greeted Mitch! There was concern about the breakfast planned at Little America ~ we barely squeaked in where Mitch's Davis Grandparents were waiting. All is well! Mind pictures were being added to those of the day for each of us. The hustle of earlier hours was now peaceful.
    We didn't rush through breakfast but it was time to be on the road to Provo. Mitch seated in the co-pilot's chair, Davis Grandparents in the middle row in the captain chairs and Grandma G in the back row. We arrived in Provo with time to take pictures at the Temple as we had planned. It was closed for the day but a young man with a heavy snow blower was cleaning the walkways around the large entrance area...he was our only competion! Privacy and peace! Snowing a little more there than down in town. All too soon the minutes clicked away...hugs and expressions of love were exchanged with moist eyes and it was back to the van. Wait! Glasses need to be exchanged for contacts. With that chore completed but not as quickly as other days, Mitch pulled a printed pass from his pocket to place at the windshield. We are at the drive and being motioned forward and then a turn and what do we see? Elders and more Elders line the very long sidewalk with big smiles and large waves with some thumbs up from some as we continue to be motioned forward to the very last section. Mitch gets out and immediately two Elders step forward as the back is opened to retrieve the bags. I had turned in the seat and was on my knees to assist and as Mitch reached to close the door, our eyes caught just long enough for a final 'I love you, Mitch' and they walked together toward the building in conversation and disappeared. The van was already in motion. Mitch did not look back. His Grandfather Davis commented, it was like being in a parade...with President Monson inside! Such a heartwarming reception filled with joy! We already knew he would be in good hands when he arrived but the response to his entry said all that was needed. ~Grandma G~