I've kind of dreaded church lately- like especially Relief Society. I've just had a bad attitude. I get in there and feel restless and unmotivated and too imperfect and too alone. It's not a faith crisis and I love God and I love Jesus and I love the gospel. Church is hard for me lately though. I did NOT want to go last week but made myself anyway. If it weren't for the kids, I'd probably stayed home. So I'm sitting in the back next to a lady I rarely talk to and I'm listening to this gal give the lesson. She asked an important question: Why do we do this? Why do we come to church? Why do we serve? Why do we take the sacrament? Why do we keep the commandments? Why do we pray, or read the scriptures? Why do we do anything the gospel requires? People gave answers like being obedient to God, becoming our higher selves, to be accepted into heaven, because of what others might think if we don't, to be social with th...