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“It really does no good to ask questions that reflect opposition to the will of God. Rather ask, What am I to do? What am I to learn from this experience? What am I to change? Whom am I to help? How can I remember my many blessings in times of trial? Wiling sacrifice of deeply held personal desires in favor of the will of God is very hard to do. Yet, when you pray with real conviction, "Please let me know Thy will" and "May Thy will be done," you are in the strongest position to receive the maximum help from your loving Father.”

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Richard G. Scott

Richard G. Scott, born on November 7, 1928, and passed away on September 22, 2015, was a figure in the category of [Occupation/Category]. He achieved significant accomplishments in [Life Experience], making important contributions to the field of [Achievements and Contributions], and his [Impact and Evaluation] is still widely discussed today. more

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