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Six Sentence Story: Safety

Photo: Clouds turn pink, orange, and yellow as the sun sets behind mountains
Soft words, spoken with a sweet smile, silence my racing thoughts,
And I know that I need not 
Fear.
External forces outside my control can storm and rage, but
This--our family, our faith--remain firm and unshakable. With
You by my side, we can live by the refrain:
"Come what may, and love it."*

*from a talk by Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin




Linking up a Six Sentence Story this week with Denise over at Girlie on the Edge

Disclaimer: Just to be clear, we are following the state recommendations during this pandemic, and are doing our best to do our part to control its spread. 

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  1. Wise words and good counsel. Fear is insidious in it's ability to hide behind reason. It is anything but.

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  2. I am sinfully envious of your ability to whip out these acrostic poems. Good one again.

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  3. Beautifully written, Kristi. "Faith is the substance...."

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  4. Soothing words in their quiet wisdom.

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  5. Beautiful SIX. I loved listening to this talk again. Such encouraging and comforting words.

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  6. Kristi, this is beautiful! Faith is the only thing that makes me believe it will all be okay, and I feel sorry for those who don't have that kind of faith.

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    1. Yes, life would be a very scary place without faith.

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  7. Very nice! I was tempted to break into acrostic this week and you took the lead!

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  8. Beautiful. Just read your mom's acrostic, too. Very lovely thoughts to start my week!

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