Wonderful World

Sooo.. the weather was kind of crummy gray driving in today but as I hit the connector the sun started to shine out of the clouds and changed the view of the Boise Skyline to this shiny gold looking backdrop against the mountains..I have been making this drive for 25 years and rarely even note how insanely pretty it is .What a wonderful world Heavenly Father has actually created.
I can remember as a kid growing up in Utah I would be outside in the spring and the Wasatch Mountains surrounded us in a huge purple looking mass and I would tell myself "I am never going to leave this place!" I thought it was the best place on the entire earth. To this day those mountains make me instantly happy and reverent at the same time.
But, I did leave and I sure found out that there is certainly an extraordinary plan for all of us wherever we live to have a wonderful world. There are the red clay hills and awesome canyons in southern Utah, the beautiful apple orchards and Smoky Mountains in North Carolina and then on many vacations there is my all time favorite thing in the world the OCEAN.. there is such proof all around us that Heavenly Father wants us to be happy here on the earth and I think we owe it to him sometimes to recognize and tell him we appreciate its beauty. I for one want to say that I am so happy I get to live on this earth.

What A Wonderful World
Songwriters: Thiele, Robert; Weiss, George David;

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue, and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces, of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, sayin', "How do you do?"
They're really sayin', "I love you"

I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more, than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Oh yeah