On January 1, I was lucky enough to give the lesson in Relief Society at Church. Frankly, I was a bit saddened at the sparseness of the group. Sure, it was New Year’s Day and we had switched to the 9 a.m. time slot, but still. I figured by Relief Society even the people who…
Sometimes I wonder about the roles of prayer and faith in mental illness.
We talk a lot about family history in the Church. We are told to find our ancestors and do their temple work, and it is surely an important task. But something in me has wanted more than just knowing my ancestors’ names and where they were from.
Do you ever read the General Conference talks in the Ensign after Conference and think, “I don’t remember this talk at all when I was listening back in October (or April)! How did I miss this one? I swear I watched all of Conference.” I feel like this happens more now that I have kids…
In yesterday’s post, I was discussing a little bit about how compulsions often become habits and then habits become a part of life. Sometimes as time passes, the habits don’t seem so odd or terrible. They become almost comforting, and I find that I don’t really want or feel the need to give them up.