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Saying "you're welcome"

*From December 7th.... (this got put in the draft file)

I learned something this last Sunday in RS from a sister I greatly adore.  It's something I've thought to myself many times, but never said out loud or really even put into words.

I asked her to write it down for me because she put it into words so well (thanks Rachael)....

"It was actually something my dad said once. He said that you should never answer a thank you with a 'no problem' or 'it was nothing' because it probably is something to that person and by saying 'no problem' you are kind of diminishing their thanks and what you did for them. So always answer a thank you with a 'you're welcome'."

I always catch myself replying with "no biggie, easy peasy", when in reality some times it really is a bigger deal..... something I put time and effort into..... and I did it because I love and care about the recipient.  And what's wrong with them knowing that?  I don't have to make a big deal out of it, but I also


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