Rights are best guarded when each person and group guards for others those rights they wish guarded for themselves.
Jeffrey R. HollandRead
To you, Mom and Dad, and to all the moms and dads and _x000D_ families and faithful people everywhere, I thank you for sacrificing for your _x000D_ children, and for other people's children, for wanting so much to give them _x000D_ advantages you never had, for wanting so much to give them the happiest life _x000D_ you could provide
Interpretation
This quote expresses gratitude towards parents for their sacrifices and desires to provide better lives for their children.
Jeffrey R. Holland's quote honors the dedication and selflessness of parents everywhere who work tirelessly to ensure their children have opportunities and happiness that they themselves may not have experienced. It recognizes the sacrifices parents make, not only for their own children but for the betterment of all children, highlighting the profound love and commitment inherent in parenthood.
In practice
In a speech at a school graduation ceremony to honor parents' contributions.
Rights are best guarded when each person and group guards for others those rights they wish guarded for themselves.
For 179 years [The Book of Mormon] has been examined and attacked, denied and deconstructed, targeted and torn apart like perhaps no other religious history β perhaps like no other book in any religious history- and still, it stands.
Don't you quit. You keep walking, you keep trying, there is help and happiness ahead. Some blessings come soon. Some come late. Some don't come until heaven. But for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come. It will be alright in the end. Trust God and believe in Good Things to Come.
Maybe the purchasing and the making and the wrapping and the decorating - those delightfully generous and important expressions of our love at Christmas - should be separated, if only slightly, from the more quiet, personal moments when we consider the meaning of the Baby (and his birth) who prompts the giving of such gifts.
Don't you quit! You keep walking. You keep trying. There is help & happiness ahead.
Brothers and sisters, this is a divine work in process, with the manifestations and blessings of it abounding in every direction, so please donβt hyperventilate if from time to time issues arise that need to be examined, understood, and resolved. They do and they will. In this Church, what we know will always trump what we do not know. And remember, in this world, everyone is to walk by faith.
Parenthood abruptly catapults us into a permanent relationship with a stranger, and the more alien the stranger, the stronger the whiff of negativity. We depend on the guarantee in our children's faces that we will not die. Children whose defining quality annihilates that fantasy of immortality are a particular insult; we must love them for themselves, and not for the best of ourselves in them, and that is a great deal harder to do. Loving our own children is an exercise for the imagination.
Before I married, I had three theories about raising children and no children. Now, I have three children and no theories.
I'm not thuggin' for me, I'm thuggin' for my family, I pay all the bills, I feed my whole family, wrong or right, I do and I can't stop.
Christmas means a great deal to me. I was reared in a family that celebrated Christmas to some extent, but I married into a family that celebrated Christmas in a big way. And my wife always made a big thing of Christmas for the children. We have five children, and we had a terrific time at Christmas.
My parents told me from the time I can remember that, 'Yeah, you're adopted. But this is your family.' I can remember my mom, she tells me this story: when I was little, I was looking at her, and I was like, 'Why isn't my skin the same color as yours?' She was like, 'Oh, you're adopted, but I wish I had pretty brown skin like you.'
For this my mother wrapped me warm,_x000D_ _x000D_ And called me home against the storm,_x000D_ _x000D_ And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,_x000D_ _x000D_ And gave me roughage in my diet,_x000D_ _x000D_ And tucked me in my bed at eight,_x000D_ _x000D_ And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,_x000D_ _x000D_ And watched me as I sat and stood:_x000D_ _x000D_ That I might grow to womanhood_x000D_ _x000D_ To hear a whistle and drop my wits_x000D_ _x000D_ And break my heart to clattering bits.
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