Baby, for the record—I’m not bold this week. Not even a little. This week’s been rough and tumble, and that left-behind, invisible feeling? Yeah. I don’t handle that well. I get quiet, I get sideways, I start looking around for something in this world to tell me who I am—and it never does. Not...

Baby, if you’re reading this, I probably like you more than you think—and yes, I’d let you sit by me at lunch. But you’ve got to quit being so hard on the person in the mirror. Give it a rest. You do not become better by tearing yourself down. You don’t grow by running your own name into the...

Baby, if you don’t feel loved, you’re not unloved — you’re overwhelmed, distracted, or listening to the wrong voice. My Savior did not politely suggest affection. He stepped into death, tore it open, and walked back out breathing. That’s not mild fondness. That’s covenant love. That’s blood...