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Amad a Otros, Amad a Todos

Ayer tuve el privilegio de hablar con mi primito, Élder Josh Harper, quien esta sirviendo una misión de tiempo completo para la Iglesia de JesuCristo de los Santos de los Últimos Días en la ciudad de México. Llamó a su mamá para el día de la madre. Era una experiencia única poder hablar con mi primito en Español, porque nosotros dos somos de Utah y hemos crecido hablando Inglés juntos.

Mi hermanito Jordan recién recibió su llamamiento misional a Piura, Perú. Él preguntó a Josh, "¿Como puedo prepararme para servir la misión?" y mi primo respondió, "Que te esfuerces a tener una relación personal con Padre Celestial."

¿Que consejo verdadero e importante, no?

El rostro de Élder Harper ha cambiado. Siempre ha sido un joven buenísimo, siempre se ha involucrado en servicio y es muy bondadoso. Pero su conocimiento de la veracidad del evangelio de JesuCristo ha entrado en su corazón, y este conocimiento--este testimonio--brilla en él.

Le pregunté, "¿Estás enamorado de la gente mexicana ahora?" y me contestó, "Si, Mikayla, ellos son parte de mi ser." Dije, "Y yo soy enamorada de la gente argentina. Me siento que soy media latina." Hablamos de cómo Padre Celestial nos ayuda cambiar al punto de amar a otro país, otra gente, tal cómo amamos al país y la gente de nuestro origen.



Padre Celestial ama a todos. JesuCristo ama a todos. Y ellos, por medio del servicio que hacemos y la consagración que dan sobre nuestros esfuerzos, nos cambian para poder amar a todos también porque nos llenan de su amor. Quíen sea, donde sea. Estoy eternamente agradecida por eso.

"Como os he amado, amad a otros."

Besos
--Mikayla

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