“Sandra, do you want me to read it to you?” “No, Dad. If I don’t do it myself, I’m not sure I’ll ever beat this.” I’m not sure how long we would sit together each time I wanted to read my scriptures. But slowly, carefully, with my Dad sitting beside me, I forced each word from my mouth until I had finished each verse. I was in eighth grade. What was so challenging? I didn’t fully understand it at the time, but I later heard it was Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I don’t prefer using the label as much as briefly describing what it actually feels like. An overwhelmingly powerful sensation that a certain action will destroy me. It is as much physical as mental. Of course Satan would choose scriptures and prayer as the initial targets for these attacks. Reading the scriptures became a painful process. The feeling that I was fighting against an overwhelming current of opposition threatening to drown me. I’ve always liked reading the book Ella Enchanted (you’ll understand