Inspirational Thoughts

There's an old set of my scriptures sitting on the end table next to the couch in the family room of my grandparent's vacation home. I'm not sure exactly how they ended up there but last time Donna, the kids and I were up there I saw them sitting there with my full name stamped in gilded letters on the leather cover.

My grandmother had given them to me as a gift when I started high school. The pages are worn and heavily marked. I had once toted this book to and from school every day and to church every Sunday.

One Sunday, I visited the LDS ward I lived in before high school. As my friend Aaron, who still lived in the ward, and I waited for Priesthood meeting to start, Aaron took my scriptures and jotted a note on the inside cover. He then took a roll of clear tape from his jacket pocket and stuck a piece over his inscription, preserving the words for eternity.

I chuckled out loud as I read the words of Aaron still written in the front of the book covered in clear tape.

"A friend with weed is a friend indeed. -Aaron Case"