Hey you cool cats, love you bastante!

We had an incredible Zone Training this morning and talked all about how we have to love God above ALL the things. And one of our Zone Leaders shared Ether 12 verse 32, that talks about hope and the mansions that are prepared for each one of us. Christ knows all things - He knows not all of us will return to Him and the Father, but He has still prepared a mansion for each. and. every. one. of. us. He suffered for people who are going to deny Him, for people who aren't going to be willing to do their part to accept His sacrifice - and He did it anyways. There's a scripture in 1 John that says "We love Him because He loved us first" - we love Him for His perfect hope. We love Him because even though He knows we're not all going to make it, even though He knows we're not all going to take advantage of the "days of our probation" to repent, He's still waiting for us. In the Book of Mormon, in 2 Nephi 9, verse 41, it says (and I'm paraphrasing, because I only have the verse right now in Spanish) "Therefore, my beloved brothers, come to the Holy Lord. Remember that his ways are just. And behold, the way for man is narrow, and the line straight before Him, and the guardian of the door is the Holy One of Israel, and there he employs no servant, and there is no other entrance."  He's waiting for people who aren't even going to show - we can't let Him down. We've got to do our best to make sure not one mansion that He, through His sacrifice, has prepared lies empty for the eternities. He has employed no servant at the door - He himself is waiting. Will we prepare ourselves, as the scriptures say, to meet the Bridegroom?

If we really love Him, what will we do? He said to Peter, "Feed my sheep." 

And "If ye love me, keep my commandments." 

Will we do it? Si or si?

Also you should all come to Guatemala - land of gospel music karaoke. Which I didn't even know was a thing.

And even the primmest abuelitas here rock lilac hair.  Get Urban Outfitters on the phone; I sense a stellar photoshoot.

Also would you like to know how to say hola in an indigenous language here, aka Ketchikel? (Alright, so maybe I got a little creative with the spelling there.) Utsawatcha. Accent on the U. And to say ocho, you say oches. That is courtesy of our investigators who barely speak Spanish (now that's a good time, teachin'), but are really sweet and love to sing I Am a Child of God. And then repeat it while we're praying. But the husband, who we just met last night, sobbed in his prayer. So that was really sweet. We don't usually have people crying in their prayers unless they're drunk. But the point is that now you speak Ketchikel, you beautiful creatures, you!

Love you lots and love you always.

Hermana Brower