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Park City: The Perfect Place to Write

There are snow-dusted mountains, blue skies that stretch on and on… Our neighbours have eyes, and hands and faces we never see… All around us is the quiet in the air, the sunlight, the snow-fluff that glows bright in the daytime. Perhaps after writing I’ll walk up the mountains again, go beyond the sauna-filled resorts where strangers ski down white slopes, snap more pictures so you can see what Park City looks like. Perhaps I’ll tell you how I got here — this beautiful, perfect place to write and to dream.

It was some time in November — or was it December — that a friend called my husband. They need 30 chefs in Park City, she said. It sounded great to my husband and I who’d been praying for opportunities that would help us prepare for graduate school in the near future. Plus, Park City is in Utah! Most Mormons like us nurture dreams of one day visiting this place where pioneers once trekked, to stand in holy places like the iconic Salt Lake City temple. And so my husband, Greg, applied for the job.

Within weeks he got the job, the work visa and packed his bags. Six weeks of separation followed with me in Jamaica, nursing hopes of being able to visit though I knew not where or how the money would come.

Through an act of providence I made it to Utah last week! A friend, ever so kind, helped us with the expenses. And other obstacles which once stood like mountains — God removed them too.

I know of miracles. This is a miracle! Being in Park City with my husband is another witness to our family of God’s tender mercies. So when people ask, Aren’t you dying from the cold? I tell think to myself, My husband’s the warmth I need 🙂 Trust me when I say, nothing — absolutely nothing — can damper my happiness.

I  have learnt and am learning still that happiness in each of our lives is a choice. It’s about making the best choices for ourselves and families and choosing to be cheerful despite the challenges and disappointments that often come our way. It does not mean that life is perfect but one thing I know is that as we put our desires before the Lord, he is ready and able to bless us. What desires do you have? Have you brought them to the Lord or do you doubt his ability to move mountains?

He’s moved them for Greg and I. He’ll move a thousand more. What can he not do?


8 thoughts on “Park City: The Perfect Place to Write”

  1. Dear Tricia, this is a lovely story, and as always beautifully written (love the first paragraph). I’m so happy for you and your husband. Congrats and all the best.
    Could you send me your address in Utah. I’d like to send you a note. Jennifer

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  2. It’s so pretty! Tricia your words coax out Utah’s snow covered beauty. I’m so happy for you, getting to be close to Greg and having a place that inspires such wonderful writing. Keep writing and loving. It suits you. 🙂


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