How beautiful upon the mountains

A tough work situation this week took me back to where I served as a full-time missionary. I had a little bit of time to drive around, hunt for peafowl, and let the memories flood back. This scripture came to mind: "the place of Mormon, the waters of Mormon, the forest of Mormon, how beautiful are they to the eyes of them who there came to the knowledge of their Redeemer."

I think California would be beautiful to me even if it wasn't. Something about just being back there seems to uplift, soothe, and nourish my soul, for which I am grateful.