November 8, 1983 — I had just arrived in Montevideo, Uruguay for a 1 1/2 year mission.
Jet-lagged and homesick, I took a nap.
Though roused from my slumber sooner than I would have liked, something wonderful was happening outside my bedroom window. Birds were chirping, not just one or two, but dozens — a grand welcoming chorus. It was winter at home, but here it was spring. From that moment on, I loved Uruguay.
Whenever I hear the song of a bird, I can't help but be happy.
What sounds make you happy? What sounds are you grateful for?