Behind every door are some set of challenges hardly anyone else knows about. Doors are locked, not only to keep strangers out, but often to keep our secrets in. Not that everyone should be wearing their sins and insecurities on their sleeves, but it does present a false impression that can leave us feeling like we’re the only broken china on the shelf.

A poem:
I felt like a fraud, a deceiver, a liar.
I’m guilty, imperfect, I’m ripe for the fire.
I fall short, I am weak, impatient, unkind.
I’m lost and I’m broken; I’m spiritually blind.

Faith is hope for the future, confidence in covenants and promises made, power in the priesthood, fruit of the Atonement, and the step in our discipleship. It is why we open scripture and bend knee and serve and bless and persevere.