It is a good day ever

This is beautiful Mount Timpanogos, which majestically sits in my hometown of Orem, Utah. The trees here in Illinois are something to behold especially now in Autumn, but nothing reminds me more of the grandeur of God's creations as much as the Rocky Mountains. I miss them. I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills, I love the daffodils! I think God gave us these things to remind us how small we are, and at the same time how great we can become. The title of this particular blog is actually a quote from a three year old in my church nursery, Lily. Her mother spoke today in church telling us that Lily woke up one day and said, "Mom! It is beautiful outside, it is a good day ever!" I wish I could just once wake up and think with the enthusiasm of a three year old, it is a good day. Instead, I wake up wishing I could sleep longer. When I visited Mount Vernon, the home of George Washington, in Virginia, I noted how he arose with the sun every day. In his day there was no artificial light to keep him up late or television to get in the way of his own mind in the process of thinking or working. With all of our blessings of technology, we are (at least I am) easily distracted from doing things that truly uplift and help us progress. I am going to try each day to remember that now is the time to do something edifying. Now is the time to remember others and help them. What can I do to help myself progress or help someone else progress? I think I will go see if there is some way I can help my husband write his history paper. Toodles, and to all a Happy Sabbath.