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This Could Change the World

Something really popped out at me in the visiting teaching message this month:  
"Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved." (Thomas S. Monson)
Imagine if every person in every family in every society were able to take this message to heart!  I hope that my children know how much I love them.  Families provide great places to learn. Mistakes will be made (by parents and children alike), but love should be the overriding current of the home.  


That handout prints up as a 4x6 print.  It might be cute attached to a book of crossword, Sudoku, logic, or other puzzles.  

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Thanks for my family.  I love each one of them!

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  1. I don't recall my parents ever telling me they loved me, but I knew from their actions that they did.

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  2. I am so grateful to have my family. They make every day easier and better. And while I do think actions speak louder than words hearing those words I love you is very nice, too.

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    1. I definitely agree; it's great to have both actions and words!

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  3. I love this message and your clever handout. Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Thank you for stopping by, and for your kind comment!

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  4. Love! Love! Love! Thank you for sharing. We have shared this with our sisters in Colchester England x

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    1. Hello, Colchester! :-) Glad you found it helpful.

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