16/06/2025
Please read and be inspired!
She always said, “If the Lord calls, I’ll go. With no hesitation.”
at nong dumating yong mission call nya, she held it like it was glass. She didn’t open it right away. Instead, she went to her room, closed the door, knelt down, and whispered, “Heavenly Father Kahit saan. Just send me.”
Her name was Sister Ysabella Arielle Lopez , and she was called to serve in the Philippines Davao Mission.
She cried when she read it. Not because she didn’t expect it, but because she finally saw it. Her name, beside His.
She had 2 months before she enter MTC.
And in those 2 months, she lived like she was already wearing the name tag.
Every morning, she’d wake up at 6 a.m. and open her scriptures.
She’d write names in her journal, friends she’d one day want to find and teach.
She started saying goodbye gently.
Little by little.
Through hugs, late-night talks, quiet messages that said, “Thank you for being part of my becoming.”
Her room changed.
Her posters were replaced with verses.
Her playlist, now hymns.
Her closet, now modest blouses and long, ironed skirts.
Her mom said she was glowing.
Hindi ka pa naman aalis, wala ka pa naman sa field, pero you're acting like one.
And she was. In every way that mattered.
Then one night, just twelve days before her MTC report date,
she didn’t feel too well.
A little headache. A little tired.
“Okay lang 'to, Ma. Siguro pagod lang.
But by morning, her mother found her still asleep.
Too still.
Too quiet.
They thought kailangan nya lang ng pahinga so they didn't bother to wake her up. Pero iba talaga ang naramdaman nila when afternoon came at hindi pa rin sya nagigising, that's why they decided to go to her room and wake her, but..... She never woke up.
Biglaan lang. Her parents asking themselves, bakit? Paano nangyari yun?
But then they didn't blame God for it, Kasi laging sinasabi ni sister Arielle God has a plan, for us.
The same peace she always carried.
Now covering her completely.
The next days blurred.
Her dresses remained untouched.
Her suitcase, still beside her bed.
Her scriptures, bookmarked on Mosiah 2.
Her name tag, engraved and ready, rested on her study table.
She never got to wear it on the field.
But when they laid her to rest, she wore her white dress. Her name tag pinned to her heart.
Sister Ysabella Arielle Lopez.
Philippines Davao Mission.
Return with Honor.
People cry at the service. But her bishop said something no one forgot:
"Some are called to serve for 18 months."
"Some, for only a few days."
"And some, like Sister Arielle, were so ready that the Lord didn’t need to delay her mission any longer."
“He just called her straight to the final area, home.”
And that night, her best friend, who was also preparing to serve, opened Arielle’s journal, left on her desk.
On the last page, in blue ink, it read:
“If I never make it to the field, please know this: I was never doing this for the picture. I was never here for the claps. I just wanted to give my life back to Him, whether in Davao or in Heaven. I am ready.”
And she was.
No, she never entered the MTC.
But her mission began the moment she said “Yes.”
And maybe she didn’t knock on doors, But she opened hearts.
Maybe she didn’t baptize with water, But she inspired with faith.
And now, somewhere far from classrooms and transfer boards,
she walks in the field white already to harvest.
Not with a name tag, but with a crown.
Not for 18 months, but for eternity.
Because she didn’t miss her mission
She just started it early.
