Friday, December 1, 2017

December Visiting Teaching Handouts.

Happy December 1st!!!

Our Elf on the Shelf came, I've wrapped all 25 books for our 'book tradition' and the kids opened up their first piece of chocolate on their advent calendars.

Life is GOOD.
but GOOD!

This month's Visiting Teaching message is on:

It's pretty much the best message ever, especially this time of year.  

I chose to use President Monson's quote from the message:

And in keeping with the 'HAND' theme - - I chose to pair it up with either.....


These fuzzy ones were found at the $ store!

{Also found for only $1 at JoAnns.}

Another option would be: HAND LOTION.

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Make sure to check back NEXT week for my NEW #LIGHTTHEWORLD printables!

You can see last year's HERE.

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  1. I don't have a printer so I have to send these to a place to be printed. Is there anyway to get these in JPG format? I love all that you do. Thanks

    1. Ditto. Wish it was available in JPG format. So cute!

  2. Along with the message, I am sharing this, too, as part of my message:

    I found this book of poems in google books that was written in 1904. The book was called Branches That Run Over the Wall, by Louisa L. Greene Richards. I wondered who this woman was and so I searched on the Internet for who she was. She was born in Kanesville, Iowa in 1849 during an outbreak of cholera. So she was a pioneer girl, too, and walked or rode in a wagon to Utah. Her grandmothers were sisters of Brigham Young. She married Levi Richards. She had seven children—four of whom reached adulthood. She needed money to travel from Salt Lake City to Smithfield when she was age 22 and so she stayed up all night to write poems which she sold to the Salt Lake Daily Herald for $7.50. She used her words throughout the course of her life to empower women and children and to ease their burdens. She wrote a column called “Our Little Folks” for the Juvenile Instructor, the Sunday School paper, persuading children to believe in Jesus Christ and not make decisions that took them off that path. When I read her bio, I thought wow she was like many of the women I know today: working full time, having children full time, serving in the Church in many callings, and serving in the Community, and taking care of a husband, too. She had major church callings like General Board of the Primary for 25 years and she served at the Salt Lake Temple as a worker from 1893 until 1934 and she continued writing until her death in 1944. A Wonder Woman like many women in the Church, truly.

    I am sharing a poem she wrote for Christmas.
    A Christmas Thought

    Calm and peaceful be the thought,
    With our Christmas greetings fraught,
    Tokens of that blessed day,
    When Christ in the manger lay.

    Fair young Mary wept and smiled,
    O’er the new-born Savior Child;
    Lowliest and humblest birth,
    Yet the Lord of Heaven and earth.

    Trace His life—that Savior King—
    Man of grief and suffering;
    Ye who sorrow, ye who weep,
    From this thought may comfort reap.

    Ye whom worldly pomp empowers,
    Look down, from your pride-built towers;
    Mark the pattern Christ hath given,
    For all who shall enter Heaven.

    Sell your goods, give to the poor,
    And your titles thus secure;
    Paths of selfish gain and greed,
    Unto Heaven cannot lead.

    To the child, Christ never said
    “Follow where these men have led,
    In the paths of greed and gain,
    God’s fair kingdom to obtain.”

    But a little child He placed
    In the midst of men, and traced
    Thus a pattern for their guide,
    Free from vain, unholy pride.

    “Like this little child,” said He,
    “All who enter Heaven must be.”
    Oh, how simple plain and straight,
    Is that path to Heaven’s gate!

    Shall we, can we, cast aside
    Man’s and woman’s foolish pride,
    That like little children, we,
    In Christ’s home may welcome be?

    Can we with each other share,
    One another’s burdens bear,
    Do away with selfish greed,
    That we may be Christ’s indeed?

    If we can this Christ day,
    Like the little children pray,
    We may sing with angels, then,
    “Peace on earth, good will to men.”


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