I stood up in front of over one hundred women, and started talking about my first contacts with the gospel and Church.
“I knew being baptised was the right thing to do, and I was prepared to do it. But the women in Relief Society? They terrified me.”
A laugh washed around the chapel, and I continued. I explained how the friendly women of my first ward loved to quilt, and craft, and had heaps of kids, and knew one hundred different things to do with potatoes but all told me they “didn’t have time to read”.