[email sent Sep 26, 2016]

Dear family and friends,

My heart is soft as the Lord continues to teach me. All this week I have been trying to study and apply the principle of humility. The more I showed that I was willing to submit and trust God, the more He taught me. This week He taught me so many things, but the one principle I noticed Him teaching me the most of is faith. All throughout this week, as I taught one family or individual after another, I was bearing my testimony with all the energy of my soul. Even though I could feel the Spirit strongly, a lot of those I taught this week took no action and did not progress. We cannot force people to believe our message and use their faith. It does not work like that. We have to act for OURselves and then OUR faith will grow. I wish I could talk more about faith, but my time is short.

Faith is like a seed.

Last Saturday, as my companion and I were finishing a lesson with some of the youth in our branch, they told us that Gifty’s mother would not let her come to church, because pastors told her we do bad things at church. Gifty is one of the young woman that has been coming to church for 6 months and is preparing to be baptized. We went to see Gifty right away. When we found her, she was crying. She told us that the church is true and that she is heart broken her mother will not let her come. I wanted to go speak to the mother right away, but she doesn’t speak English… So, we sat in silence for awhile. I opened the Book of Mormon and read in Mosiah chapters 23 and 24 where it talks about trusting in the Lord. When I tried to read it to her, I couldn’t because I was crying… It took me forever to finally finish the scripture and bear my testimony about God’s love for her. I love her and the other members here. I told her that Jesus Christ will never give up on her, so neither would I. Through much prayer, seeking for an answer, and convincing, Gifty’ s mother softened her heart and let Gifty come to church. God loves us. Trust Him and He will deliver you.

A seed must be nourished to grow.
Much love,

Elder Whipple