I self-published my mission journal after I came home, and the response to my book has been more than I could have imagined. I’ve heard from people of all ages from all over the country how my experiences resonated with theirs or how I helped prepare them for their own mission. In a way, it makes me feel like I’m still a missionary because my testimony is still being read and shared with hundreds of people.
The artwork I do now may not be as ground-breaking or meaningful–I make comics about everything from going on weird dates with my husband to picking up my dog’s poop. However, the fact that I share my comics online shapes the way I think about my life. I think, “Will this make someone smile? Will this help someone feel that she’s not alone?”
Everything going on this year has overwhelmed me, and it took some time, but I came to realize that I don’t have to feel insignificant in the face of all that’s wrong with the world. I can make someone laugh and #sharegoodness and be genuine about the parts of my life that I love or am working hard to change. As an artist, all I can hope is that my work touches someone for the better, even if it’s in the smallest of ways.