John left last night to go back to Kansas. As he was driving up Parleys Canyon and then into Echo Canyon he felt impresses to turn around and go to the Burn Unit. It is not a short drive back he thinks but he turns around anyway. When he arrives at the unit there is Nicole, eyes wide open, waiting for him. She even mouthed to the nurse she didn't want her pain meds yet because her she didn't want to miss her visit with her dad. I am so glad her heeded the prompting to go back. He talked to her like any dad would. He lovingly put aquaphor on her lips because they were so dry. What a great visit they had together. Just the two of them. At ten o'clock pm I went to the unit to spend my time with her. I chatted with her about my day and all I had done to get John ready to go to Kansas. I received the report of how she was doing and we spoke of those things too. She wants to know what is going on and how she is doing. She has already had her nightly meds and pain meds so she is tired. I can't bring myself to go home so I get a blanket and make myself comfortable in my chair.
As I leave the hospital this morning to go home for church I am in awe of this valley in which I grew up in. The first 24 years of my life I grew up at the foot of Mount Olympus. I walked out of my front door and saw the same thing each day. When you see the same things each day you kind of take them for granted. I always felt the majesty of Mount Olympus and the vastness of the valley but this morning I looked at it with new eyes. Driving away from the hospital (which is in the far north-eastern part of the valley) I drove along the foothills of the Wasatch Mountains going South. The perspective of Mount Olympus from this angle is so different. It doesn't look all jagged and pointed. I can't see the canyon running down the right side of the peak. From here you can't hardly tell one peak from another. They are all running into each other.
I have driven this route many times but at this time in my life I have driven it 29 straight days. I am sure there are many people who drive this same route to work or to school each day. Yesterday I remembered driving along Wasatch Blvd before I-215 was built. We used to take the "short cut: off the Blvd down a very windy, narrow and steep road. Into Holladay and eventually home. I got to thinking how our lives are like a windy road, many twists, turns and steep areas. But that road too leads HOME. I am high enough still on the mountain to look out over the valley. As a child I remember driving along this range and looking out. There were not as many people here then as compared to now. You could visually see the towns in the valley because you could see the open land between them that distinguished them one from another. Today there is hardly a speck of land that is not built upon. From the north end of the valley to the point, from the Wasatch range to the Oquirrh's.
The valley is full yet there are so many beautiful sights. Besides the mountain grandeur there is the Great Salt Lake with the morning light glistening over the water. The 2nd saltiest body of water in the world.
There is also Bingham Canyon Copper Mine. When I was growing up it was called Kennecott Copper Mine. It is the largest copper mine in the world. You can even see it from space. it is 3/4 mile deep, 2.5 miles wide and covers 1900 acres. It is a beautiful sight on the Oquirrh Mountains.
As I continue my drive home I am overwhelmed by the abundance of beauty around me. not just the land beauty but also the beauty of persons around me. I love to look into the faces of those around me. I love to look into their eyes, which I think is the entrance to their soul. You can really SEE people when you look into their eyes. I love to see people give service to those around them from mowing lawns for others who can't or taking in a meal. Form picking up something that has fallen from anothers hand to holding the door while another walks through. Service is so easy when you see the beauty in it. Not only are you blessing the other person life but you are blessing your own.