...in case you haven't noticed.

i still think there is goodness in the world today. a lot of it.

where?

i think i found a couple of places.

last night i drove to the big town, and my parents picked me up to run some errands while cowboy roped. the oil pressure wasn't working and we were stuck at the mall in an old durango. prayer came to mind, the oil pressure rose, and we were able to drive across town to drop me off and my parents made it safely home. goodness.

i have a dad who is sicker than we have recognized in a life altering way. he is such a good hard worker that you would never know. goodness.

last friday we got to sit through an educational meeting and stare at all the data that paints the picture of my teaching reality. my mind drifted to the valentines dance and a young 7th grade boy who decided to ask the girl who no one else would. his goodness and her face made teaching meaningful. he didn't have to, but he knew it would make her day. goodness.

i was asked to play the organ on sunday in ward conference. i don't really play the organ - just pretend. the volume wasn't adjusted properly and i'm sure i startled them all when i was trying to figure that whole situation. i have no clue which stops were on or off, but i carried on. people complimented me for being up there and trying. sigh. goodness.

the fire alarm awakened us a third time in two months to a smoke-filled house. we are still alive and blessed by the hand of God. goodness.

i also have a sister-in-law who has lost a beloved son yet lives each day with faith, determination, and joy. i know her heart aches, because i have seen her tears. she is so great and is always willing to help us out. goodness

i heard president eyring say this morning that everything which is good comes from God. i believe that. i need that, especially in the world we live in today.

my challenge to myself and to each of you is to not complain about a single thing for an entire day. count your blessings and you'll see what God has done. i think the world could use some more of this.

respectfully yours,

image by Ryan Werth

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