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“By bearing each other’s burdens, we “fulfil the law of Christ” (Galatians 6:2; see also Mosiah 18:8). Jesus taught, “It is more blessed to give than to receive” (Acts 20:35). Can it be that in our search for joy, the best way to find it is to bring joy to others? My friends, you know and I know this is true! Joy is like a barrel of flour or a jar of oil that will never run out (see 1 Kings 17:8–16). True joy multiplies when it is shared. It doesn’t require something grand or complicated. We can do simple things. Like praying for someone with all our heart. Giving a sincere compliment. Helping someone feel welcome, respected, valued, and loved. Sharing a favorite scripture and what it means to us. Or even just by listening. “When ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God” (Mosiah 2:17).”

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Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Dieter F. Uchtdorf, born on November 6, 1940, is a distinguished aviator known for his exceptional flying skills and leadership in the aviation industry. He has made significant contributions to the field, including advancements in flying techniques and safety protocols, and is recognized as a pioneer in his field. more

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