Letting Go

I finally did it.....  I've had it since my senior year and I keep hanging on to it like a security blanket.  Oh sure, there have been others, but nothing like this one.  I keep going back to this one.  It is just so comfortable and it knows me.  It makes my life so much easier.  But it was time to move on no matter how hard it would be to let go.  It was missing things I needed in order to grow.  But I loved it's imperfections.  They kinda grew on me.  At it was just so darn colorful and easy to understand.

Piqued your curiosity yet?

Well I am speaking of my first set of real scriptures.  You know the pair: the one you had your name engraved on.  The one that gave you answers to all your questions in your late teens and twenties.  Yes, I have had a relationship with my triple combination for almost 20 years.  It's been through Hell with me, literally and figuratively.  Many a tear stained page lies within it's binding.  Some were tears of joy, and others, tears of sorrow.  But it's time to let it go.  See, my scriptures were one of the last sets of white scriptures to leave Deseret Book.  And they are really dirty now.  In fact, whenever I go to the temple, I look up at the officiator and covet those scriptures he has in his hands.  Oh how I want a white pair!  But since that is almost impossible to procure, I settled on a dark green pair.  Yes, I went for separate books.  I know, way to be old school, but I like it better.  Which brings me to my next point...why don't they make scriptures waterproof?  See, my Bible bit the big one after being "baptized" in the bathtub one dreary night.  Tried as I might, those feather thin pages just dried themselves together like glue.  So I have been hangin on with a spare set of either Patrick's or Kevins and mine.  See, that just doesn't fly at our house when Patrick happens upon the Carter set of scriptures.  Panties get all wadded up and the spirit just flies out the window.  So I have been covertly "stealing" a bible from one kid or another.

Now, I am going to have to let my triple go!  It met it's match with a certain dead lab that just so happened, met his death from a cougar last year....see, God does punish those that take the Word of God lightly!  But seriously, it is tattered and torn and most of Alma is unreadable( really, who needs to read about all those wars anyway?).  It's not the chewed on leather or the torn pages that matter though, it's the footnotes about an investigator on my mission, or an answer to prayer.  It's like a sacred heirloom, and I'm having a hard time letting go.
What will happen if I ever get to go back to Gospel Doctrine and I can't find that perfect scripture I remember?  It's marked with the yellow and blue on the left hand side right in the middle...that's how I remember my scriptures.

So I am retiring the worn white combo and have decided to move on.  After all, it's time to fill in all those margins with things other than missionary scriptures right?  Green will be just as good...it's my favorite color...and who knows, I bet I can find some cool pencils to color in all the white with....sigh...