Diana Leaney López Ruano

Dear Heavenly Father, We've been through a lot,  you and I.  Before I came to this earth we discussed your plan and we found it to be good.  I came here and forgot just how wonderful that plan is.  Slowly,  you've been reminding me.  You've been teaching me.  You've been giving me all of the tools I need to progress and I am grateful.   I am thankful Heavenly Father for the mercy you show me every day.  Thank you for giving me the trials I need to make myself strong.  You know better than anyone just how weak I am.  Just how powerless I feel at times and just how wrong I can be day to day.   Father.  I need you now more than ever.  I need help becoming the woman,  the missionary,  the daughter,  the sister,  the leader you know I can be.  Who is she?  Who will I become?  It is all up to me,  but with your help Heavenly Father,  I know I can help your kingdom grow.   It is your kingdom.  We are your children.  This is your work.  I've come across

Isn't it funny how you try to do good,  and then fail?   Isn't it funny how you think you're making the right decisions,  but you're wrong?   Isn't it funny how you believe you're a superhero,  saving the world one kitty cat stuck in a tree at a time,  and then after spraining your ankle,  you realize that you're only human?   Life has a way of humbling us.  Showing us that we are part of a grander plan and that we need to work harder for what it is that we know to be good.  Figuring out what it is that is the best 'good' and putting all of our time and effort into those things.  It is all about balance. I can't say I'm the most organized person.  I tend to forget things quite easily.  I lose some things and don't understand many others.  I try to do everything myself and want to do everything I want to do.  I have the capacity to do it all-  I am Superwoman.  Or so I think. I try to run around and do everything,  yet there are

I remember my twelve year old self in a temple recommend interview with my Branch President at the time,  answering questions and being nervous as anything.  I remember entering the Jordan River Temple and trying to follow the instructions given so that people didn't notice that it was my first time!  I remember the complete happiness I felt there.  The peace of knowing that I was finally inside Heavenly Father's home and that it really was the most special place on earth.  All dressed in white.  All Heavenly Father's children.  All loved and all standing in the most holy place I had ever entered. Ohh the temple. During my time in China I stood alone in my beliefs.  It was the most difficult thing I had to do.  I was constantly working on staying clean,  keeping myself steeled against the appealing lures of the world.  Even though the closest temple to me was in Hong Kong,  I knew it was the most important thing to keep myself worthy to enter.  And so I did.  I s