I can be bribed

It was an angry week, culminating in the disaster which shall henceforth be known as "Jamboree swim test/family BBQ".  I've been noticing that it's very cyclical-- three weeks out of every month.  Backwards PMS?  Don't know, but I'm tired of it.
During the sacrament I was doing what I'd committed to and relating to Heavenly Father that I was kind of trying, but that it was just hard.  I seldom do hard.  I can do enough things well (or at least adequately) that I rarely venture into things that are hard for me. 
As it was the end of the seminary year, the talks today were on the scriptures and daily scripture study.  I know what the scriptures do for a family.  I can't imagine what we would be like without daily family scripture study.  One of the youth spoke about the personal effects of scripture study.  He compared the way he felt without reading the scriptures to a washing machine agitator and the way it stirs up the water.  I compare the way I feel on a daily basis to nerve endings scraped raw by a cheese grater (every day repeating and reopening the wounds, so that they never heal-- graphic, but the only way I can describe it), but it's probably the same deal-- agitation of the soul to varying extents.  This young man gave a quote (I think by Richard G Scott) wherein it is promised that we will have peace by reading the scriptures.  I've heard this promise many times.  I know it's true.  It wasn't until today that I felt that it was specifically for me and that family scripture study and reading conference talks and the Ensign isn't enough.  I need to spend the time it takes to get this peace that I long for. 
Sometimes I am obedient for the blessing.  This is one of those times. 
And just to make up for my really crappy attitude I will relate two gigantic things that went right this week.  Dan had the window replaced in the minivan and changed the water pump that was going out in the Suburban.  2 out of our faulty vehicles are long trip able again.  Yea!