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My older sister was like my second mom. She took care of me, comforted me, played with me and always made me laugh. I always wanted to be with her. We were so close, and I never wanted to be away from her.As I got older, I started to become more independent and naturally drifted away. Even during my rebellious phase she was always there for me. Then I left for college and we didn’t talk as much. After that, I got married and moved away and started my own family. I thought that’s just what happens as you get older. Then my mom passed away. Once again my sister stepped up. She comforted all of us, and took care of me and my brothers and sisters. But while she was taking care of everyone else no one was there to comfort her. That made me feel even more sad. I wanted to encourage her and comfort her too, but I didn’t know what to say.Thats when I thought about the Beginning of Peace: The Words of Mother's Love. The messages of gratitude, encouragement and comfort gave me the words I couldn’t find on my own. As I began to put these words into practice our relationship started to get repaired. We were able to heal, reconnect and become closer again. Because of the words of Mothers Love, our relationship was restored and I’m so thankful for that. My hope is that my family will continue to put these words into practice so we can always live with love and peace.

This past month, one of our members was able to share the beginning of Peace: words of mother’s love in Fresno pacific university. That member is taking summer courses to earn his teaching credential. Visalia Zion members thought it would be gracious to share mothers teachings to them and give them thoughtful gifts and words of encouragement as they are all are currently or actively applying to become future teachers in the Tulare county area. We thought how mindful can a person be to put others first and help guide them to becoming better in academics, an impactful person in the community. So we gave them compliments in hopes of them feeling true love.

In Portland, Oregon, we signed the Beginning of Peace: The Words of Mother’s Love Peace Declaration in January 2026! We resolve in 2026 to earnestly share the Words of Mother’s Love with our families, friends, coworkers, acquaintances, and our communities so we can be a positive example that helps those around us starting with our words!As Peacemakers, we support this campaign and will make efforts to practice it often so we can foster peace in our community ❤️

To celebrate Teacher’s Day, we prepared a small event to impress teachers. I wore a T-shirt with a message of thanks on it, and prepared a heartfelt message for the teacher, including “thank you” and “thanks to you” in the language of love. Lastly, when I was asked to prepare balloon flowers for the teacher, I watched YouTube diligently and made them one by one. As a mother, my heart was moved to see the two daughters making small devotions to bring joy to others and revealing the glory of God. I was looking forward to seeing what kind of reviews they would get after going to school. He was the only one who had prepared the balloons. It was amazing, so all my friends came to try and touch it, and I was delighted to hear that it was so popular. I was deeply moved by the hearts of the daughters and sisters, who delivered a mother’s love with love and respect to the teacher who taught them and guided them on the right path. Schools are not only places where we can learn knowledge, but whenever we hear news about the collapse of the authority of the church, we think, “If only the words of a Mother’s love, which bring peace, were preached in those places. . . . ..’ I feel very sad and upset at the thought. I hope that the language of a mother’s love will be spread throughout every school, making it a beautiful flower garden overflowing with love and happiness.

Mom had been hospitalized for the past few days, and there was no one to prepare breakfast for Dad. For a few days while Mom was in the hospital, I personally planned and carried out the Make Dad’s Breakfast Project. Dad usually goes to work at 5:30 a.m. It’s usually around the time I’m sleeping, so I was worried about whether I would be able to do it. However, after only a few days, I decided to give it a try and carried out the project. And the long-awaited first day was still not easy. I couldn’t open my eyes properly, and my steps didn’t match my heart. Still, I made breakfast thinking of him. While I was making breakfast, Dad came into the living room after getting ready for work. He was surprised to see me. I told you we would prepare dinner the day before, but he didn’t seem to think that they would. Actually, when I prepare my father’s meal, I don’t cook it, but I prepare a freshly prepared side dish and a fried egg. Inwardly, I was worried that he would be disappointed, but contrary to my worries, he enjoyed the meal so much that he said, “Thank you, son.” I said to Dad, “Have a good day too, cheering, Dad.” He even greeted me at the door saying, “Good luck with your work.” The next day, although the menu was almost the same, they even sent a note saying “Haiting!” So, he smiled and said thank you and told him to go back to sleep. To be honest, it wasn’t easy because I was tired, but he liked him so much, so I felt good during the project. It was during this time that I realized how hard Father and Mother are going through. From early morning to my father, who is ill to take care of my children, to my mother, who takes care of each and every family member, I have come to realize just how much Father and Mother love and sacrifice for me. In just a few short hours, I was happy to be able to speak the language of Mother’s love along with the Breakfast Project.

Explain the purpose of the language of motherly love, which brings peace to a neighboring shopping district. When I suggested that we practice it together, he said that it was a great campaign and that he would definitely give it a try!

Laughter and love overflowed through the practice of Mother’s language of love🩷

As the weather gets warmer these days, the alley in front of our house is becoming more and more stinky with the excrement of dogs and cats. It was sometimes difficult to avoid when it was dark. Then my son said he would do a good deed and went out to his house on his day off. With a large shovel and broom, they began to remove the excrement. After cleaning for about three days, my son came in with a package of cookies. “Where did you come from?” “The uncle who is working on the house next door is doing such a good deed. How can he be so special?” He said, and gave me some cookies. As my individualism has grown and I’ve been doing less work or cleaning out my neighborhood, even small touches can make a big impact. He thanked him for cleaning it up, and he said that he would also be grateful to eat the cookies. Through good deeds, the words of Mother’s love seem to permeate warmly and completely. Tomorrow, I’ll bring you a drink to thank Uncle for bringing him some sweets. Let’s continue to give thanks and become a good neighbor.