The alarm rings at ten minutes to five this morning, just ten minutes after my fast running biological clock wakes me up. I roll out of bed, spend a few minutes talking with God and then my brother who is reading scriptures at the dining room table, as is his habit. Next is my favorite time of the day. First a chapter or two in the Book of Mormon and then the same in the New Testament.

I think back to Sunday's priesthood meeting. The question is how can we best deal with the trials we face each day. No hands go up immediately. I offer this thought. Get up an hour or two before you must face the trials of the day. Spend time on your knees in prayer. Then spend time reading scriptures. It is the only formula I know that works.

Dad wakes at little before eight o'clock. He gets dressed and ready for the day. This takes some time. I note that he spends considerable time deciding what to do, how to dress, which article of clothing comes first. My inclination is to rush in and do it for him. Watching him struggle through something we all take for granted and never give a second thought is harder than helping. I feel it in my heart that I should sit on my hands and let him come to the answers on his own.

Mom plans to work out with physical therapy this morning before showering, so our plan is to arrive around eleven o'clock. We have time for a drive. I have spied an 80 acre parcel in Gusher for sale. It is a destination as good as any. We wind up driving two or three miles through a sand and sage track from the Gusher turnoff to Cottonwood Reservoir.

Dad and I agree that we have never been there. The dark water and the rushing sound of the stream running into it against the red sands and stone with the cold blue skies of a sunny winter day paint both of our faces with pleasure at the sight of such beauty.

We find the main road and make our way toward Vernal. A whisper in my mind tells me to turn around and head for the Villa to see Mom. We go up the hill east of Lapoint, turn around and head back to Roosevelt. Mom is glad to see us. We visit and eventually lunch is served which is our cue to make our exit and find an Arby's roast beef sandwich.

Today was a good day. It ends with a nap for both of us, leftovers with Dad and my brother sitting at the table. My mind is drawn to the blue cold waters of the Cottonwood Reservoir. There is peace in the babbling noise of the water running in. Listen and you will hear it.

The same is true of that still, small voice of the Holy Ghost. He will speak peace to your mind and fill your soul with love and appreciation for all of God's creations.

Tomorrow is a new day.

It's going to be great!