"I love to bury* my testimony that I know the church is true. I know that Joseph Smith translated the Book of Mormon. I don't know how I know it's true. I don't know how to explain it. Testimonies are really hard to describe. I'm sorry if I cry, it's just my way of bearing my testimony.
I know that God loves me. I know the the Savior died saving the world from total destruction and chaos even though some parts of the word are going through that. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen"
(*I love that he still says bury instead of bear. It's a childhood habit that makes me smile every time.)
Yesterday as I was getting read to study my scriptures, Tank expressed frustration and loathing about reading the scriptures. "I don't ever understand what I am reading and I hate it so I'm not going to church any more." I told him that was a bit of an extreme reaction (but isn't everything extreme as a teenager) and I sat him down to read with me.
I started in 1 Nephi 8 (because I've been studying Lehi's dream more in depthly lately. I don't this in depthly is really a word, but I'm sticking with it.) and we only read about 10 verses talking about what each might mean in relation to the others and to our own lives. I told him that I didn't always know what I was reading and that even now sometimes I don't always understand, but that God wants us to keep trying and will bless us every single time we read.
We talked about how in verses 10-12 Lehi tastes of the fruit and it makes him so happy that he wants to share it with his family. I explained to Tank that this is how I feel when I read the scriptures and why I always want to share it with him. I want him to feel that same happiness. He wiped my tears (because I cry too) and kissed my cheek and told me that he would follow me into the darkness like Lehi followed the man in the white robe from verse 5. How I love this sweet son of mine!