Skip to main content

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

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Problem with Chick Flicks.

I really, really, really enjoy a select few movies that I willingly watch over and over again. Pride and Prejudice is one of them. You see, Elizabeth's defense of her family, her sense of self respect, her ability to admit that she was wrong and to appreciate Darcy despite all his quirks, and quizzical brow-ness... it's marvelous. My husband doesn't share the sentiment, could you tell? ... and that's okay. There's rare a chick flick I enjoy near as much as I enjoy Pride and Prejudice or A Walk To Remember , and I wanted to explain why. You see, there's more than just a few problems with (many, not all) chick flicks:  (and if you have a chick flick that escapes many of these pitfalls then please oh please leave it's title in the comment section!) The heroine (or suitor) is less than honorable. I have a hard time rooting for a girl to get a gentleman when she's spending her time being scandalously loose with other men ( #thenotebook) . An...

Where's Number Three

A neighbor in her mid-thirties. A woman in her seventies. Their single commonality? They both asked me: Where's number three? I have a son, his name Charlie And then McKay, he's not quite three In my heart, both fit perfectly Yet others ask: Where's number three? Perhaps it's that I miscarried, My spouse's infidelity, The ache of infertility, A battle raging mentally, Illness on a crippling spree, Our family is complete, maybe. The reason's one or more of these, Yet you dare ask: Where's number three? In this question, running free Are judgements, jeering icily "You're not enough, Mik, can't you see? Buck up and give us number three!" I used to flounder, squirm, agree Or curl up small, cry, and plead. With time, I've seen things differently. I won't explain for number three. The questions of maternity Are just between my spouse and me And Parents, guiding Heavenly So please don't ask: Where's number three? Artwork Credit: Be...

A Year and 10 Days Ago

Dear Friends, Family, Acquaintances, and you lovely random passerby of the Blogosphere-- A year and 10 days ago I set out on a journey to write a blog post a day, for two months straight. I did that successfully, and then decided to extend my challenge to a one-year challenge. My report? I wrote 317 blog posts in a 365-day period. And I think that's pretty rad. A few reflections on this experience: Firstly, I started this blog not just because I love writing, but because I needed help. I was suffering from some intense postpartum anxiety, but I didn't know that's what it was at the time. Every moment of every day I felt like I was under severe stress and pressure, even when there were no evident triggers for such. The feeling in my gut on an almost constant basis felt like the queasy stomach, racing heartbeat, and unsettled mind that greeted me before every math test and job interview I've had growing up. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know how...