A Lot of Crying

Every month at my mom’s ward, this woman would get up to bear her testimony of jesus christ, but usually rather than speaking of Jesus Christ, she would start rambling about how hard her week had been, all the bad things that happened to her, and she would sob on and off. Most of what she said, we couldn’t even understand because she was crying so hard, but I do remember her telling a story about her van breaking down. She was a nice lady, but we felt kind of uncomfortable whenever she got up. Maybe we were being judgmental.