¡Familia y Amigos!
I can't believe it is already Monday!! It's also that time again...
Transfers are this Thursday! I am not sure what's going to happen because the longest I have ever stayed is just 2 transfers, so we'll see if Albany is the first place I stay longer!
Well this week was crazy! We had some super amazing miracles! We have some investigators who are doing really well and progressing, and one of our Less Active's that has been worked with for a while came to church yesterday!! It was the first time she's been since I have been here, but the spirit was amazing at sacrament! I am grateful to see how this truly is the Lords work, and I am beyond humbled that he lets me help him.
So another Poem this week. I recently studied a Talk given by Boyd K.
Packer titled 'The Touch of the Masters Hand'. The longer I am on my mission, the more I realize that I am a very imperfect person. I have many flaws and weaknesses, but in turn I have also learned: There is hope! We have hope because we have a Savior, who can 'make weak things become strong'. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile:
“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried, “Who’ll start the bidding for me?”
“A dollar, a dollar”; then, “Two!” “Only two?
Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; Going for three—” But no, From the room, far back, a gray-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet As a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, “What am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.
“A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?
Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?
Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, And going, and gone!” said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried, “We do not quite understand What changed its worth.” Swift came the reply:
“The touch of a master’s hand.”
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, Much like the old violin.
A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine,
A game—and he travels on.
He’s “going” once, and “going” twice,
He’s “going” and almost “gone.”
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd Never can quite understand The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought By the touch of the Master’s hand.
I testify that no matter where you are at in your life, with the Touch of the the Masters Hands, you can become who you are to be. I love my Savior Jesus Christ! I know he lives and I am grateful to be in his service.
Hope you all have a week full of miracles!
Abrazos y Oraciones