Believe only

One of my favorite stories from the life of Jesus Christ is when Jairus comes to him. Jairus was a ruler of the synagogue, and his daughter was on the verge of death. He came to Jesus and fell on his feet, and besought him to heal his only daughter. In the book of Mark we read that Jesus went with Jairus. On the way to Jairus' home, a woman who suffered from hemorrhage touched the Master's garment. Knowing virtue had left from him, Jesus stopped walking. The woman presented herself to the Master out of fear. Jesus then proceeded to tell her to leave in peace; her faith made her whole. As Jairus and Jesus were about to continue on their way, another ruler of the synagogue's house came and said Jairus' daughter had died, and there was no longer a purpose to bother the Master anymore. Upon hearing that, Jesus commanded them to "be not afraid, believe only" (Mark 5:36) As we know, Jesus went forward and raised her from the dead.

To fear not and to believe is a command God gives us. We find this same command in the Book of Mormon. After experiencing numerous testiments of God and his power, Laman and Lemuel were quick to abandon their faith. Nephi was so grieved that he spoke unto them saying, "How is it that ye have forgotten that ye have seen an angel of the Lord? Yea, and how is it that ye have forgotten what great things the Lord hath done for us, in delivering us out of the hands of Laban, and also that we should obtain the record? Yea, and how is it that ye have forgotten that the Lord is able to do all things according to his will, for the children of men, if it so be that they exercise faith in him? Wherefore, let us be faithful to him" (1 Nephi 7:10-12).

Having faith is a choice. Life often present us with the unexpected that makes it seem impossible to overcome. But let us be quick to remember, "Denn für Gott ist nichts unmöglich" (Lukas 1:37).

Liebe Grüße,
Sister Quintana

P.s. This week has been amazing within the Spanish group. Two of the Elders in the group let me know they finally found Spanish people in the little dorfs they're in. On Saturday we felt an urgent need to go by on a couple from Cuba we had met the previous week. We had tried calling but I wrote the wrong number down, so we travelled for one hour to get to them. We got to their apartment and we weren't sure if they would be home, I was betting they weren't. We klingeled and they answered us and let us in. We taught them about the Book of Mormon in Spanish! We got a taste of serving in South America this past week, and it was awesome haha

#WeGoingFinding, because we missed our bus... again