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Thanksgiving Cube

I was recently contacted by Forgotten Voices. Their organization has a mission ... "to demonstrate the love of Christ by equipping local churches in southern Africa to meet the physical and spiritual needs of children orphaned by AIDS in their communities."

They sent me a link to one of their Thanksgiving Cubes that they created for children in order to encourage children to think of how they can give back to others.  What a great idea!

I printed off the children's cube and right away my 8 year wanted to complete it.  He took it in his room, answered the questions, completed the dot-to-dot, colored it and taped it together.  He loved it. 

I liked it because it made him reflect on what he can be thankful for when it comes to our family.  I liked how it made him reflect on what he could do to help other kids. I liked how it told him a story of a child a little older than him and how he was blessed by received 2 rabbits. 

We teach our children about orphans and caring for other people in need.  This cube re-emphasized those lesson we teach. 

To download a copy for you (they have adult one's too!) or your children, simply go to their site, Forgotten Voices, click on the resources tab, then click on downloads.  

While you are at their site, take a look around.  Their site has ways for everyone to get involved. 

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  1. Thanks so much for sharing about our Thanksgiving cubes on your blog! Blessings to you and your family this holiday!

    Brian

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