Letters From Pops

hear am i, send me

The Lord. Cancerous and festering are the areas of one's soul where our hopes and dreams are swallowed up in the decay of such adversarial darts and arrows when we repent not.

The Balm of Gelid is sufficient for them that ask and then receive. Teach your people Gussy that one must ask and the windows of heaven will open unto them. (To ask is to receive)

One of the first things we'd teach the people was that through prayer we can ask and receive answers and even blessings even though we're not learned in the gospel, having repented, or even been baptized. That knowledge can be the difference in individuals progressing or not.

The difference in them gaining a testimony or not. So I say unto you a sign to prove Him herewith!

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I testify to you Halle that you teach boldly that all are children of a loving Heavenly Father.

They say how do you know of such things?

Say unto them oh yea of little faith, a sign I give unto you, does not the very sight of being alive testify of such a creator. Your very movement and breath stands as a witness unto you of such a God? Behold I declare to you my sister or brother it does. Can you look up in the sky and declare the sun is not shining it's radiant light upon you?

Or that the moon is not in the nighttime sky as a glow in the darkness among countless stars?

I submit to you as yet another sign of Him that He is and lives, of this I say the very existence of the struggle between good and bad, light and darkness, happiness and misery, hope and despair are they not all experiences in this life? You answer yea, then is it not incumbent of God whom we speak of, to provide a way to pass through such trials to be refined and found spotless to enter back into His presence once again? I say yes; fore unto such a teaching

a Savior was provided, one whom said,

"Here am I, send me!"

We don't ask. Mouths stay closed. We hold back. We fear the outcome of that we don't even understand. Rejection is uncomfortable.

Seek not that of hope. We lack faith.

We feel unworthy. We're defeated before we make any effort. We lack confidence.

We become unreachable, believing in falsehoods that feel good, satisfy temporarily, yet masking the truth we seek with phony facades of grandure, and accomplishments of the world but quench not the thirst from this life. We're parched and slowly yet by and by drift away further and further into the mists of darkness then enter into that spacious building or fall into crevices and rivers

to which there is no return. Give up!!

You're not capable of such accomplishments!! Those are the voices that attempt to draw us away from our goals and covenant path that we should be on. Hold fast to the Iron Rod.

There in is found safety to our souls.

We can sit among lions. Hold in our hands serpents. Wield the Sword of Laban against the foes of God. Command a fleet of mustangs harnessed to our chariots of fire. Fly upon the wings of the Golden Eagles and call upon the earth to move, rearrange matter, such are the commands followed from them worthy to give. Yes we have the dust of time, elements of

the universe from it's beginnings, all the wonder and awe of creation abound in us we do.

Yet it remains a struggle. A struggle that takes root in so many of us. It doesn't need to be so.

Temptation and strife are apart of this earthly existence of which should never define us and destroy our spiritual quest of righteousness.

{Don't allow tap roots of the adversary to grow}.

Teach them that are missionaries of their divine nature. Testify of the greatness in each of them. Look them in the eyes and tell them you know of the plan, The plan of Salvation. Testify that all our work as missionaries will not be done till it's time to return home. Testify of the love and mercy of The Messiah. Teach them that he is the Jehovah of the Old Testament and the same who could hold nothing from the Brother of Jared. With a sacredness in your voice as the dew upon the desert rose so perfect, magnificent, and yet simple, (my most covenanted prized flower) describe that holy encounter of the first vision.

Bare witness of a living prophet on the earth today and soon the return of the King of kings, Creator, Master, and Savior, yea the good shepherd our brother, where in all people, even plants, animals, yea even the earth will acknowledge Him who is mighty to save. He shall come in glory and majesty of such no one could possibly imagine.

I know this to be true! How do I know of such truths? The spirit which is in me has said it is so.

He has said unto me, "Look!", and I beheld.

You are a leader Gus Gus. A woman in the ranks as general in a Lamanite army of Israel fighting for the souls of mankind. Before this world you knew of the sorrow and sadness of them that chose not to follow our Father's plan. You know of them and lamented their loss when the final battle was over. You tracked them and saved many but could not bring them all back. Many who fought and served with you were faithful and your happiness and joy was full in them and them in you as you all glorified the Savior in the pre-mortal existence.

Stand tall Sister Burton. Victory is ours when we engage in the battle of the great cause of Zion.

Our's is the honor and heritage to serve among the armies of the dead leading them as they fight along side us in the gathering of Israel

in this the Latter-Day's. Fear not the scorn of the world. Fear not the doubts and sins of this wicked, truth twisting generation of self loathing Sodamites & Gamora types.

Never look back Gussy. They will have their reward. The demands of the law of justice are

of such.

Walk forward with the walking sticks of the scriptures to lean upon and turn to for repose.

May my words be carried upon the wind: strengthening your commitment, give courage, bring comfort, hold you safely, and show forth love unto you my dear and precious daughter

of mine.

All my love forever and evermore—

Amen.

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