Where I live!
Ty and I were living in downtown Salt Lake City eleven years ago. I was commuting 15 miles to work during the day and Tyler was working nights only several blocks from home at Fidelity Investments. He was driving a 1980 Honda and I a 1991 Geo Prism. We decided to consolidate and give the Honda (affectionately named Ralph) back to his Uncle Medardo who knew of a kid who could use it.
Nancy and Medardo live in Lake Point, Utah, a place west of Salt Lake. I mean west, west, west of Salt Lake. [As a side note, I did work with a girl in Logan who was from Tooele. But I didn't have a clue where that might be.] They invited us out for pizza and we delivered Ralph. As we left that night I told Ty I felt like I was coming home. I loved the country and the small town atmosphere was so different that where we were currently living. I told Nancy I was moving out there some day.
Fast forward a year and we were in the market for a home. Kiersten had joined our family and Erik was quickly on the way. I knew we couldn't stay in our one bedroom apartment any longer. In our searching we decided to take a drive out to Tooele County. As we drove through Stansbury Park, we decided there was no way for us to afford it. It looked to ritzy for us (I have to laugh now at that thought). Tooele was too far and Lake Point didn't have any homes.
As I perused the classifieds one day, an ad for a home in Magna jumped out at me. It said nice neighborhood, family friendly, quiet street. Magna became home for 5 1/2 years during which we met many wonderful people. There are good people everywhere. The back of our house was to an open field for quite awhile, but along came development and every morning I would wake up and look out my kitchen window to see if the neighbors were having Frosted Flakes or Wheaties. That was just a little too personal for us. Ty put our house up for sale several days after I gave birth to Ashlyn and 2 1/2 months later we were in our new home in Stansbury, seven years after my original prediction.
What brought on this lengthy treatise was I went running this morning. My route took me out through Erda which is sparsely populated and just to the south of Stansbury. It reminded me a lot of running at home in Ferron. The birds were singing, the crickets were chirping. There wasn't a lot of traffic. My heart was a little full as I took in all of the beautiful sights and smells. You just wouldn't find this in Magna. I love that a mile from my neighborhood home I can find the country. Yes, Heavenly Father does love me.
Nancy and Medardo live in Lake Point, Utah, a place west of Salt Lake. I mean west, west, west of Salt Lake. [As a side note, I did work with a girl in Logan who was from Tooele. But I didn't have a clue where that might be.] They invited us out for pizza and we delivered Ralph. As we left that night I told Ty I felt like I was coming home. I loved the country and the small town atmosphere was so different that where we were currently living. I told Nancy I was moving out there some day.
Fast forward a year and we were in the market for a home. Kiersten had joined our family and Erik was quickly on the way. I knew we couldn't stay in our one bedroom apartment any longer. In our searching we decided to take a drive out to Tooele County. As we drove through Stansbury Park, we decided there was no way for us to afford it. It looked to ritzy for us (I have to laugh now at that thought). Tooele was too far and Lake Point didn't have any homes.
As I perused the classifieds one day, an ad for a home in Magna jumped out at me. It said nice neighborhood, family friendly, quiet street. Magna became home for 5 1/2 years during which we met many wonderful people. There are good people everywhere. The back of our house was to an open field for quite awhile, but along came development and every morning I would wake up and look out my kitchen window to see if the neighbors were having Frosted Flakes or Wheaties. That was just a little too personal for us. Ty put our house up for sale several days after I gave birth to Ashlyn and 2 1/2 months later we were in our new home in Stansbury, seven years after my original prediction.
What brought on this lengthy treatise was I went running this morning. My route took me out through Erda which is sparsely populated and just to the south of Stansbury. It reminded me a lot of running at home in Ferron. The birds were singing, the crickets were chirping. There wasn't a lot of traffic. My heart was a little full as I took in all of the beautiful sights and smells. You just wouldn't find this in Magna. I love that a mile from my neighborhood home I can find the country. Yes, Heavenly Father does love me.
Whenever I hear the song of a bird or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face or the wind as it rushes by.
Whenever I touch a velvet rose or walk by our lilac tree,
I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heavenly Father created for me.
He gave me my eyes that I might see the color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear the magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart; I thank him reverently,
For all his creations, of which I’m a part.
Yes I know Heavenly Father loves me.
Whenever I feel the rain on my face or the wind as it rushes by.
Whenever I touch a velvet rose or walk by our lilac tree,
I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heavenly Father created for me.
He gave me my eyes that I might see the color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear the magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart; I thank him reverently,
For all his creations, of which I’m a part.
Yes I know Heavenly Father loves me.
1 comment:
Isn't something to look back and recognize the Lord's hand in our lives? I love where I live, too and I know that we were lead here.
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