I love the scriptures. I use them every Sunday when we teach our primary class and I feel good as the words leave my mouth and I know what I am saying is true and adding to the spirit of the lesson. I believe that they are priceless and a precious gift from a loving Heavenly Father. I know they will bless my life. I know they have blessed my life. I know they contain timeless wisdom and answers to the most burning questions.
I don't make time for them.
I was running down the beach a couple of mornings ago when it dawned on me:
I deny myself happiness and blessings EVERY DAY when I don't read my scriptures.
I also don't allow the Lord to speak to me. I deny myself the chance to be knowledgable and strong so I can lead and teach my children, in a world of chaos and voices that can be louder than my own, when I don't take the time to put on the armor of God by partaking in even a few minutes of scripture reading.
I won't further embarrass myself by admitting how many years(ssssss!!!!) it has been since I have done regular scripture study (if ever really).
Suffice to say, it's past time and I'm starting.
If you are like me and want to start somewhere and include your kids we have been reading a story or two a night with the boys from here:

Plus, I don't mean to get all blasphemous, but aren't Zeniff's sandals totally 2010 fashionable?


Ok, sorry these pictures are probably too small to tell, but I'd wear them.
Anyway, this is good for me since I am not a scripture scholar (Yet. Yet I tell you!) and so I am re-learning the facts, and names, and chronology right along with him. My parents read to me out of the same book as a child, but we all need reminders don't we?
I start 1 Nephi tomorrow.
Line upon line.
I love this gospel.