What a fantastic end to the week!

What a blessed day yesterday was! Shall I share a few pictures to exemplify?

I started my day with these cuties, my team for our basketball camp. My favorite conversation of the morning:
"Malachi, a gentleman always gives up his seat for a lady." "Well I am a different kind of gentleman, I am a sentleman.....a selfish gentleman!" 


Next in my day came this joyful moment! I got to see my dear friend Koral for the first time in two years, hold her amazing baby, and be reunited with two of my roommates and best friends from Spain. Amazing moment? I would say so! 





Then I came home to the reservation where I live after a rainstorm. Amazing, right?



So to recap, I spent the morning with amazing kids from the rez, drove through beautiful countryside to see my friend Koral (and Cassie) who lives in CHICAGO and hold the baby I have been longing to see since the day he was born, then came back to the rez to rain, worship, and an awesome last night with the visiting team. I am going to go ahead and say life is good my friends, life is good. 

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  1. laneyJuly 21, 2012 at 3:14 PM

    ...amen...

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  2. AnonymousJuly 22, 2012 at 9:58 AM

    I always thank God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus. For in him you have been enriched in every way- in all your speaking and in all your knowledge- because our testimony about Christ was confirmed in you. Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gift as you eagerly wait for our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed. He will keep you strong.

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