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Whispers...(o sea, Susurros)

Hello friends!

It is FALL!!!! This week I really began to feel the season. Are you feeling it?? Those piles of crackly leaves, the quick breezes, the cold sunshine... LOVE IT.

Besides that fall breeze, want to know what else has been whispering? Little blurbs of love and happiness and college romance. Not in my life, of course. (Once again, faking you all out. Sorry. Keep waiting patiently with me.) But to someone even better!! I just love it when my dear, crazy mission companion becomes really, really happy. There is nothing better than a Cougar-Eat luncheon, munching chips and listening as the life of my dear friend develops exactly as she's always dreamed. I really love that.

And besides that sticky sweet romance, what else has been whispering?? Well this one really does apply to me. There are always those whispers of "You're still failing at this or that..." and "Shouldn't you be doing homework instead of hanging out with your sisters or going to the Relief Society activity?" and also "Sometimes you're such a hypocrite for encouraging others when you struggle with the same stress or perfectionism that they do."

Yep, those whispers are still there.

But guess what ELSE has been whispering? Something more along the lines of "Just remember what you know."  "Hold to all I've helped you feel." and  "You are mine, and this is My house. You are working as I wish." Those are the whispers of the temple, and they pierce ever so much deeper than the rest. They have a longer echo, too.

Can't you hear it?

--All yours,
Erica Joy

!Hola amigos!

Ya vino el OTOÑO!!! Este semana realmente pude sentirlo. Lo pueden sentir?? Esas hojas secas que corren en la calle, el viento juguetón, los rayos fríos del sol... ME ENCANTAN.

Pero al lado de los susurros del viento, qué más está susurrando? Bueno, cachitos de amor, felicidad, y el romance de la universidad. No en mi vida, obvio. (Otra vez les decepciono. Disculpe. Sigue esperando pacientemente junto conmigo,) Pero a alguien más!! Me encanta cuando mi compañera querida y loca se tapa de repente con la felicidad. No hay nada mejor que un almuerzo en la cafetería de BYU, una bolsa de papas fritas, y poderse escuchar mientras la vida de mi amiga desarolla tal como ella siempre soñaba, Me hace muy, muy felíz.

Bueno, más que esos susurros de amor, que más susurra? Este vez me aplica a mi. Siempre hay esos susurros de  "Todavía estás fracasando en tal cosa." o  "No debes estar estudiando en vez de pasar tiempo con tus hermanitas, o en ir a la actividad de la Sociedad de Socorro?" Aún  "Eres hipócrita por animar a otros cuando luchas con eso mismo estrés o perfeccionismo que ellos."

Si po. Esos susurros todavía estan allí.

Pero adivinen- Que más ha estado susurrando? Algo que dice asi  "Simplemente recuerda lo que sabes."   "Guarda lo que te he ayudado sentir."  y  "Eres mio, y este es mi casa. Estás trabajando tal como yo quiero."  Esos son los susurros del templo, y llegan más al corazón que cualquier otro. Tienen un eco más duradero, tambien.

Lo pueden escuchar?

--Besitos siempre,
Erica Joy

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