Sister, I don’t care if your baby is a little noisy, no one else does either, sit down and enjoy the lesson.
I really don’t think that scripture means what you think it means.
Please don’t gloss over that scripture, it’s beautiful and means more than you think it does.
Honey, you’re young and not thinking about this, but when you cross your legs like that we can see all the way to Zarahemla.
One of the things I love most is that living revelation trumps dead, which means that that quote you just read has been supplanted with something more compassionate and relevant to our times.
Why don’t we wear hats to church anymore?
Are you pregnant?
Your hair is so lovely today.
We’re all dancing around the idea that for women virtue was almost always tied to sexual purity, but since no one else wants to bring it up, neither will I.
I really, really don’t think that scripture means what you think it means.
I like that even though your husband walks past me like I don’t exist, you always smile warmly and wave to me a little with your hand.
Leggings make you look stumpy and believe me, someday you will regret them.
I love the work you do in nursery, my child always loves to go.
Why did you put the end of year tithing statement in my husband’s name when I pay the tithing? It’s always my full name on the slip of paper, my signature on the checks?
Did I just see you sneak a cracker? That’s awesome. Eat away, I don’t care.
Your story is taking too long and good luck finding your way back to the point.
I was worried you were about to make it political, and you didn’t, nice.
“Peculiar” doesn’t mean strange; it means something far deeper and more profound. The true meaning is so beautiful, and deep, that it would make you cry. So it’s OK that you read that section quickly, made a little joke and moved on, I’ll save it for my own thoughts.
I finally feel like I’m fitting in around here, and that feels peaceful.