God's Love Never Left

It has been a good weekend here on the rez. God has a funny way of taking the hardest weeks and ending them with the greatest joys. Its a great reminder that He is always in control, even when things get tough. We started the weekend with an awesome collaborative project with a church from Southern California. We started with a blank wall of the Kennel and ended with this:


Basically the kids were given the chance to express themselves through art and my students chose the theme "love." It was awesome to see their representations of love through painting, their love for Christ and their fellow students that will come to the Kennel, as well as the love that was able to bring together students from SoCal and students from the rez. Let's just say that after I spent the morning crying out for God to show His love in this place I think He put the writing on the wall. 

I also took three of my students to see the movie Brave up in town this weekend. It was an awesome time as I got to hang out and continue to build relationships with these girls as well as see a super cute movie! I take great joy in any time that God gives me to talk with these girls about their stories and try to encourage them for their futures. Everyone knows I love to talk but one thing I have had to learn on the rez is to be ok with silence. Usually silence makes me nervous so I try to fill it up with noise, but here silence is common and it is ok. Driving a quiet car of girls home from the movies I get to take a moment and thank God for the chance just to be with them and to be a representation of His love. 

I am halfway through my practicum and I have to say that this has been the most rewarding, challenging, eye-opening, heart-breaking, and amazing experiences of my life. I have questioned God, depended on God, and cried out to God, and I believe my roots have grown deeper through the storm. I can't wait to see what the next half of the summer brings.

God is surely good. All the time. 

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