As a child, I would prepare small gifts for my parents on special occasions—their wedding anniversary, birthdays, and the like. My only source of money came from running errands or the modest allowance my parents themselves had given me. More often than not, it wasn’t enough. So I would go to my mom and ask for help in buying a gift—for her. Looking back, it was an endearingly ironic situation. Yet she would always smile, touched not by the gift itself, but by the heart behind it.
Spiritually, it feels much the same. I long to bring joy to our Heavenly Father and Mother through the gospel work, yet without Their help, I can do nothing at all. Though my faith is weak and relies solely on God’s grace, I still dare to say this to our Heavenly Father and Mother: With all my heart and devotion, I will search for our lost heavenly family and become a child like a gift who brings joy to Them.