I received a text from my Young Women President roomie today:
I so remember this. For our last youth conference I managed to be in Morocco — but I ended up having to leave my minivan so the bishop could use it to drive a load of kids the 3 hours there and back to youth conference.
Church service is the same painful slog everywhere. I feel so sorry for her. It’s been almost a year since my release, but it has been so cathartic to see her struggling the same way I did. It’s not just me!
But I wish it were just me for her sake….