A Prettier Blog, a Trip, and Some Prayer.

Guys, isn't the new and improved Revealing Grace so pretty? I have to thank my friend Mica for taking the time to patiently listen to me (and believe me, it took patience. Finals week made me tired and brain dead), for helping me form my vision for the blog, and for creating such a wonderfully girly, oh-so-me header. He is definitely the bomb.

In other news, I am going back to the reservation today!!! Yay!! I fly out tonight and will drive the 3 hours to the White Mountain Apache reservation in the morning. I am so excited to take a break from SoCal Fuller life and get back to the nitty gritty. I will be spending 6 days hanging out with my students from this past summer, laughing with my Apache family and fellow staff members, and having so much fun at their spring retreat. Can you tell I'm excited?

At the same time we all remember how tough the summer was for me as I worked with my students through their struggles and hardships (see here if you just tuned in). So I would like to ask my readers for a bit of prayer this weekend (in convenient list form).

1. Pray for safe travels as I drive the three hours through the Salt River Canyon to get to the reservation.

2. Pray for my conversations with students G and C. I love these two girls and I am so excited to spend time with them. Pray that I will be able to speak wisdom into their lives and that I will be able to help and encourage them to get on track with the Lord.

3. Pray for the retreat! A couple different tribes will be there so pray that the students will be impacted by the messages, that they will behave well, and that they will build community.

4. And pray for me. I am super exhausted after a long week of work and paper writing so I need the strength of the Lord to get me through the long nights and days ahead with enthusiasm and concentration.

I am so blessed to get the chance to reunite with my Apache family, and I know that the prayers of those who love me truly were my life preserver while living on the reservation last summer. So as I pray and prepare for the weekend ahead I am confident that you all will be with me, lifting me up, as well as the other leaders and the students, in prayer.

I can't wait to update you all when I return. I won't have internet or cellphone service while there so I will make sure to journal and report back on Tuesday.

Thanks for your support....Apache family here I come! 

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