We finished the book of Alma last week. And to me that feels like summiting the Matterhorn while carrying five babies in packs upon my back. The air is fresh, and the views fantastic, and my legs and my lungs just might give out.
We set out on our Book of Mormon family scripture study quest at the beginning of the school year . . . two and a half years ago. That’s less than half a page a day. Now let’s be honest, we don’t read every day. We don’t even attempt to read every day. Just school days. And of those school days, if you take out the days we’re running late, or sick, or slept to late, and you have the result we are at now: reading wonderfully well in spurts, with sometimes-long dry spells in between.
But as we closed in on those final pages of Alma (we’ve been reading Alma this entire school year), I felt excitement grow. If you can get through Alma, you can get through anything! And now we are through, and surely that means finishing the Book of Mormon is in our future!
The future is looking BRIGHT!
Onward to Helaman!
Alma is my favorite book!