What’s your reaction if I tell you that you are the sweetest, finest, brightest, most talented and beautiful person I have ever known?You will probably have several reactions: It’s nice to be appreciated. It feels good. I’m not sure you know me very well. Or you don’t know the real me. I have lots of faults and limitations. I’ll be a little anxious when I’m around you for fear you will find evidence that your high appraisal of me was mistaken. Or I will choose easy tasks so I can appear to be Read More.

Some may wonder what priesthood authority, if any, women have in a church where only men are ordained to priesthood office and preside as priesthood leaders, but women in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints have always had priesthood authority.Although this authority has been a revealed part of the Church from the beginning, it has not always been clearly understood by many Church members. This article seeks to clarify this important doctrine by explaining three ways women have Read More.

Here we are again at that wonderful time of year when we gather as family and friends to think about and give thanks for all of our bounteous blessings. But I’ve also been thinking about those I love who are suffering from overwhelming personal problems, critical illness, depression and financial worries, who might find it hard to “count their blessings” right now.Knowing that some of these burdened loved ones will be gathering round our Thanksgiving table I have been praying for inspiration and Read More.

Passive-aggressive people act passive, but are covertly aggressive. They’re basically obstructionist, and try to block whatever it is you want. Their unconscious anger gets transferred onto you, and you become frustrated and furious. Your fury is theirs, while they may calmly ask, “Why are you getting so angry?” and blame you for the anger they’re provoking.Passive-aggressive partners are generally codependent, and like codependents, suffer from shame and low self-esteem. Their behavior is Read More.

On a Saturday evening in autumn, I drove to a nearby city to attend a broadcast of the General Relief Society Meeting with my mother. The spirit of the messages and music left me with a softened heart and a desire to do better, and as I drove home afterward my mind began processing what I had heard and felt. As is usually the case with me, my desire to be a more righteous woman led to thoughts of perfection, inevitably leading to discouragement for a mere mortal gal such as myself.As my car Read More.