One woman who had been through years of trial and sorrow said through her tears, “I have come to realize that I am like an old 20-dollar bill—crumpled, torn, dirty, abused, and scarred. But I am still a 20-dollar bill. I am worth something. Even though I may not look like much and even though I have been battered and used,
I am still worth the full 20 dollars.”
Dieter F. Uchtdorf
April 2010 - General Conference
"YOU are MY HANDS"
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