I just finished writing a message in the front cover of a navy blue paperback Book of Mormon. It is for my co-worker Susan who asked me about the church yesterday and at the end of a 30-40 minute conversation asked me if I had a copy that I could give her. I has been a long time since I gave away a Book of Mormon, and I am struck this morning by the depth of feeling that I have for this text. It is the fruit by which I know that Joseph Smith was called of God to restore the complete gospel of Jesus Christ on the earth in this time. I know that the Book of Mormon is true, and that as I read and study it I will be taught through the power of the Holy Spirit what the Lord would have me do to be truly happy. As I flip through the crisp pages of this new copy I see many familiar verses and stories. My understanding is deepened and I realize that my dedication to study and learn from the Book of Mormon may not be equal to the value that I know it has in this moment, as I prepare to give one away. What a cool experience to awaken me a little more to the importance of the volume that I all too often take for granted. I love a missionary moment!