I'm sick again.  I can't sleep.  Doing anymore homework or studying without a break will make me break down and have a temper tantrum, so I guess I'll blog til I feel less pent up.  (Yes, I even study when I'm sick as dog.  I'm somewhat strange that way. )

I wanted to post this in a thread but I wasn't sure if it would derail it or not.  I prefer to err on the side of being polite. 

The thread is basically about when you knew that the Book of Mormon is true.  I'm still in the process of learning that.  But I honestly believe it is of God.  I believe that it is indeed a record of people and prophets who lived long ago.  I believe it was perserved so that we could benefit from its contents in this era.  I believe it is true. 

Every night when I take the time and effort to read it carefully, I always seem to find another gem or pearl of wisdom, or I find a passage that seems as if it was put there for me to see because I needed to hear it at that moment in time.  I've spent nights in grateful tears because of that.  It's as if Father in Heaven is saying, "I hear you.  You are not alone.  I am watching over you."  

I've been reading the Book of Mormon since I was at least 7 years old, if not always diligently.  I've read though the whole book at least 4 times, but likely more.  But it seems that it speaks to me so much more now, even moreso than when I was a teenager and much more active than I have been lately.  I'm something of a "tough old bird" who normally hates crying, but I've been feeling like I am fountain with how many tears I've shed.  Most of them have been the happy or grateful kind.   

Perhaps, finally, I am sprouting a testimony of my very own.  

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