Remember

"Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again? Has his unfailing love vanished forever? Has his promise failed for all time? Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?"

Selah

Then I thought, "To this I will appeal: the years of the right hand of the Most High."
I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
I will meditate on all your works and consider all your mighty deeds.

Psalm 77:7-12

For the past few weeks I've been filling out seminary applications and trying hard to figure out where God is leading me. I've been weighing all the options and taking everything into consideration. I see a tremendous need that is not being met here on the reservation but at the same time I am craving more training so that I can better perform that tasks that God has called me to. At every crossroads in my life, choosing which road to take always seems like such a challenge.

Like most people, I want direction in my life, I want a plan. I don't wanna wander around aimlessly, I wanna know where I'm going and what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I'm always looking to the future. I'm always trying to figure out the next step and what needs to be done to get there. I'm always concerned with the problems that I'm currently facing and stressing about tommorrow's unknowns. Rarely ever do I just sit back and think about where God has brought me and what amazing things He has done throughout my life. Which is a major problem. How can I possibly grow in my faith if I keep forgetting all of the times God has been so faithful?

The Israelites struggled with this as well. God miraculously rescues them from slavery in Egypt and then what happens when Pharaohs army pursues them to the Red Sea? They panick! "Did God rescue us from slavery just to bring us out here and be killed?" Nope, God is faithful, He parts the Red Sea, they walk through, and all Pharoah's army drowns. Amazing. What happens after that? They go into the desert and they panick because they have nothing to drink and nothing to eat! Again God is faithful, he provides for them with water, manna, and quail. We see this happen time and again throughout the history of Israel. God delivers them time and again and yet they are constantly doubting, turning and worshipping other idols. They never cease to forget God's unyielding faithfulness and all they see is the obstacles that are directly in front of them. Think about how frustrated we get reading about them. It's like c'mon yall how can you forget all that God has brought you through! How do you forget the Red Sea parting?! My gosh. But yet if we're really honest, most of us are the exact same way. We are so consumed with our present and future issues that we rarely consider the great things He has done in our lives.

I was reminded of this today when I was writing an admissions essay for one of the seminaries I'm applying to. The essay prompt was basically, "Tell us your story, how have the events of your life affected your spiritual development and desire to pursue seminary education." In the midst of being consumed about future decisions, I was forced to take a step back and remember the road that God has brought me on so far. It was humbling and convicting to say the least.

I started out remembering how blessed I was to grow up in a home where I was taught and shown what it means to love and serve the Lord. My parents and my extended family modeled so well for me what it means to live a life in pursuit of Christ. I take that for granite so often, what an amazing thing to have grown up in Christ.

Not only was I blessed with my own family's example but I grew up at Mountain Christian Church and I can't begin to describe the impact that faith family has had on my life. It's emotional to think about all of the memories I've had there. Worshiping every Sunday with them through all of the changes we as a body have been through, ROCK on Sunday nights, retreats, mission trips, and all the time spent hanging out together. I love them and what a huge part they have played and continue to play in my life. How blessed I am to have had those teachers, ministers, youth leaders, coaches, bosses, and friends from Mountain. How often do I take the years growing up there for granite. How faithful was God in putting such people in my life.

I remembered my college years and how I struggled in my faith during that time. I neglected my relationship with God and as a result seemed so far from him. I made so many dumb choices during those years and yet that was an amazing time. Even though I was faithless, God remained faithful and patient with me. He was slow to anger and he taught me through those experiences. He continued to place people in my life that loved on me and became family to me while I was far from home. Even in that time when I was so lukewarm, He was there shaping me.

I remembered the consequences I suffered from straying from Him and how my faith was strengthened to new levels through that time of brokeness. I remember how I fell in love with God's Word and hungered for it as I never had before. I remember the friends and family who spoke truth into my life during that time and in doing so helped me to see that ministry really was God's will for me. I remember quiting my business job in Tennessee not having a clue where to go from there or if I could even get a ministry position with my business background. I went through months of working construction and then months of unemployment waiting and waiting to hear back from churches throughout the country wondering if an opportunity would ever come through. That was such a time of confusion and constant prayer. I remember how hard that situation was and how just when I thought I couldn't take one more day of it an interim student ministry position at Mountain and a high school track coaching job opened. What a time of healing and affirmation that was for me. Man I loved those kids even though I only spent a couple months with them.

It didn't stop there at the very same time those opportunities came through, Christ's Church in Jacksonville, Florida called me to come interview with them. Even though it was a tough time for that church and a lot tough things happened while I was there, I thank God so much for that year. I remember how incompetent I felt to get up and preach in front of hundreds of students every other week and yet God proved faithful through that. Where I was weak He was strong. I have a ton of great memories from that church. I love those people so much and I miss them terribly. How blessed I was to spend a year doing ministry with them and even though I made my share of mistakes there God was patient with me. He gave me grace to mess up.

I remembered being told they couldn't afford to bring me on as a full time youth minister and then wondering what the next step would be. I was desperately needing guidance but around that time I went on a short term mission trip to Morocco with an amazing team and was able to witness God's unbelievable work in the Arab world. I remember praying that God would send me to a place where I could see Him at work the way those missionaries see Him at work. The next day I met a guy who told me about how hopeless youth are on this reservation he was teaching at in Wyoming and how they are so desperate for someone to teach them and show them the love of Christ. Through that meeting and lots of prayer I felt called out to where I am today, trying to find ways to reach theses Arapahoe and Shoshone kids who are lost to say the least.

I remembered being scared to death to move out to the middle of no where, not knowing anyone, and not knowing what I would be doing. I remembered not even knowing where I'd be sleeping that first night in Wyoming. I just prayed that God would provide a roof over my head and on the drive up from Colorado I got a call from a guy saying that me and my friend Joel could stay in his house until we found a place. Since we've been here We haven't had one night without a place to stay. I remember how worried I was about not finding a community in Lander and yet the very first Sunday we found this amazing church and amazing family that has taken us in and loved on us the whole time we've been here.

Maryland, Florida, Wyoming have all had their share of challenges and struggles yet God has seen me through all of them and I look back on those experiences now almost with tears of joy. God never lets go, He doesn't spare us from trials but He never lets go. He uses those trials in ways that we could never even imagine. How faithful is He and how crucial it is for us to remember.

There's a great scene in Joshua ch. 4 where the Israelites are crossing the Jordan River and God cuts off the water for the ark of the covenant to pass through. While the water is cut off Joshua tells 12 guys, one from each tribe of Irael to each get one stone from the middle of the Jordan so they can make a pile of stones at the place where they would sleep that night. The whole idea was that one day, years down the road, when their kids would be like, "Hey dad whats the pile of rocks for?" They could say, "Well son that was where God stopped the flow of the Jordan so the ark of the covenant could pass. That was the first night we spent in the promised land, when the promise God made to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob was fulfilled. That's what that pile of rocks is about." There's several instances in the Old Testament where that happens, where they make a pile of stones to remind them of an instance of God's faithfulness.

We need to do that in our lives. If it means keeping some kind of momento or even building a pile of rocks somewhere to remember His faithfulness we need to do whatever it takes to remember. Especially during this time of year when we remember and celebrate the ultimate expression of God's faithfulness, His son Jesus. The other day my pastor's wife was telling me a Christmas tradition they have as a family. It was their first Christmas with their first baby girl and they were so poor that they couldn't even afford any kind of meat for a Christmas meal. They actually didn't even know where they would get food for the day. They started searching through their freezer and found a bag of chicken bones left over from their Thanksgiving meal. With those chicken bones they would be able to make chicken soup. That would be their Christmas meal. To them, it was God's hand of provision and it brought them joy in what many of us would consider a moment of despair. To remember that Christmas, and God's constant faithulness over the years, they save the turkey bones from Thanksgiving and make turkey soup every Christmas Eve.

That's exactly how we need to live. We need to first and foremost never take for granite each little blessing that God gives us. In every situation in life, if you look hard enough you will see God's care for you. It may not be as big as we want it to be but it's always sufficient. Through the most difficult times in my life, when it seemed like each step was a struggle, I've prayed this simple prayer. God please just give me one thing today. Give me one thing to know you're with me and He has never failed to do that. Sometimes it's just a little compliment that someone payed me or even a song on the radio that spoke to exactly what I was feeling. As small as those are, they were enough to lift me up and help me move forward. I can write forever about His love and faithfulness in my life. My prayer is that in the present and future moments when I am faced with obstacles and hope seems dim that I would remember the past and how He has never failed me. I want to be a grateful child, thankful for each blessing he pours out. I want to always remember.

Look to the LORD and his strength;
seek his face always.
Remember the wonders he has done,
his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced...

1 Chronicles 16:11-12

Love is Dirty

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails…”

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

What comes to your mind when you hear the word love? What images do you think about, what things do you remember? Maybe you remember the affection and encouragement of your family when you were a kid or what it felt like to fall in love for the first time. Maybe you think about the joy that your spouse or family brings you. Regardless, when we think about love and the meaning it has in each of our lives, for most of us, it's a very pleasant emotion. One that's filled with warmth and fuzzy feelings.

But as heart warming as love is, it's also painful. Love is hard. Love often gets taken advantage of and goes unappreciated. Love makes you vulnerable and can make you feel and appear weak. Love demands sacrifice. Love is dirty.

These are things that I’ve somewhat known in the past but they are things that I’ve come to understand more completely in the past few weeks. Last Tuesday I got to help teach a kindergarten class at one of the native run schools on the rez. It was awesome! If you ever want to feel like an instant celebrity, go spend a day teaching and playing with kindergarteners. I was immediately accepted and loved, practically worshipped by them. They wanted to be in my group for each lesson, they wanted me to push their swing, they wanted to ride on my back at recess, and they wanted me to sit with them at lunch. They wanted me to go to the library, the gym, and the bathroom with them. They wanted me to sleep on the floor next to them during naptime. They could not get enough of me being there and they begged me to come back the next day. Talk about a sweet time, man I felt like a champion.

It really was a great time, but it was also bittersweet. For the vast majority of these native kids, life at home is very rough and at times a nightmare. Their parents are enslaved to alcohol and drug use to the point where they can’t function in society. They can’t get a job and if they get one they will only work until they have enough money to buy more drugs or booze. Most kids are raised by their grandparents or some other relative. It's not uncommon for them to have an immediate family member that has committed suicide. Many, possibly the majority of kids are raped or physically abused by their parents or other family members. These stories that are hidden within most teenagers are not masked with little kids. Their mind doesn’t know the fullness of what’s happening and so they freely say what they observe. It’s hard to hear a little girl talk about having to move in an overcrowded house with their grandma because her mom got evicted for constant drunkenness and not paying the rent.

What’s not told about life at home is seen as you spend time with these kids. The neglect is evident in their rotten teeth, dirty clothes, lice infested hair, and dirty faces. One girl messed her pants right before she came to school. The nurse cleaned her up but had no clean underwear for her so she had to wear the same pants without underwear for the whole day. Needless to say the classroom reeked. On top of that she constantly wanted to me to hold her on my lap. The smell was intense and I could feel how dirty my jeans were getting but knowing that this was probably the only love she would get all day made the minor discomfort a non issue. She wasn’t the only one by any means. They all wanted to be held; they all wanted the affection they so desperately lacked at home. At the end of the day I walked out to my truck smelling like little kids. My hands were gritty from the dirt on their clothes and my face oily from them pressing theirs against mine. But that’s how love feels, it’s dirty.

Loving on little kids is a rewarding love. Even though I walked away filthy, I walked away feeling appreciated, needed, and loved myself. But some times love is harder than holding dirty; smelly kids. Since I’ve been out here Joel and I have been volunteering with this small youth group on Saturday nights. These kids are in junior high and they are not the least bit well behaved. Whenever I take them somewhere they go nuts no matter how hard I try to contain them. They have no respect whatsoever for people’s property including mine, they yell out the windows at people walking by, they refuse to get in the car when it’s time to leave, they leave stuff in my truck than accuse me of stealing it, driving them home takes at least an hour sometimes two because they think it’s funny to intentionally give me wrong directions to their house, and no matter how much I’ve done for them at the end of the day they will hop out the car with no thanks at all just continued mocking. When I’m done hanging out with them I feel frustrated, annoyed, and discouraged.

This past Saturday night after the youth group I felt like I had been pushed to the limit. That night a group of five girls thought it was hilarious to try to beat me up and take my keys. They came up to me in a group and started kicking my shins; they ripped my shirt, and tried relentlessly to get my phone and keys out of my pockets. When I fought them off and they realized they weren’t getting anything from me they decided to go beat on my truck. They jumped on the roof and hood and they pounded on the sides and windows. Middle school girls are not even remote threat but watching them laugh as they tried hard yet pointlessly to inflict pain on me and then try to destroy my truck was like watching posessed little people. I was mad, how can you possibly do anything with these kids! In the past few years I've worked with teens who were in prison, teens whose parents were drug addicts, teens who have a history of horrible physical and sexual abuse and none of them acted like this! These teenagers are absolutely out of control!

As Joel and I drove home that night I vented to him in a way that was not the way a Godly man should vent and said things that I never should have said. I allowed myself to get raging mad about some of the kids and a situation we were having with the leaders of the youth group who in ways were taking advantage of us as much if not more than the kids were. I kind of expected it from the kids, but not from the leaders we’ve tried so hard to help for the past 6 weeks. I was mad at all of them, possibly justifiably so, but you know what, love is dirty. It's not easy and it's not something that you give only when it's returned. As I continued to think over the next couple days about all that had happened and as I replayed the twisted sounds of those girls laughing I remembered a story.



27Then the governor's soldiers took Jesus into the Praetorium and gathered the whole company of soldiers around him. 28They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him, 29and then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on his head. They put a staff in his right hand and knelt in front of him and mocked him. "Hail, king of the Jews!" they said. 30They spit on him, and took the staff and struck him on the head again and again. 31After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him.


32As they were going out, they met a man from Cyrene, named Simon, and they forced him to carry the cross. 33They came to a place called Golgotha (which means The Place of the Skull). 34There they offered Jesus wine to drink, mixed with gall; but after tasting it, he refused to drink it. 35When they had crucified him, they divided up his clothes by casting lots.[a] 36And sitting down, they kept watch over him there. 37Above his head they placed the written charge against him: THIS IS JESUS, THE KING OF THE JEWS. 38Two robbers were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left. 39Those who passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads 40and saying, "You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! Come down from the cross, if you are the Son of God!"


41In the same way the chief priests, the teachers of the law and the elders mocked him. 42"He saved others," they said, "but he can't save himself! He's the King of Israel! Let him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in him. 43He trusts in God. Let God rescue him now if he wants him, for he said, 'I am the Son of God.' " 44In the same way the robbers who were crucified with him also heaped insults on him.


We want love to be pretty, we want it to make sense, and we want it to make us feel valuable. But the truth of the cross and the ultimate truth of Christ's love is that more often than not loving people is dirty business. The cross has become a beautiful symbol over the past 2,000 years that brings comfort to many, so much so that sometimes I think it's lost the horror that it originally portrayed. It is without a doubt a symbol of love, the most perfect kind of love but not necessarily the kind that we like to celebrate and practice in our lives. For Jesus, love didn't just mean warm fuzzy feelings of highschool sweethearts and playing with little children. Love meant submission and humiliation. Love meant vicious beatings, a crown of thorns, and being pierced by iron nails. Love meant hanging on a bloody cross listening to the shouts and twisted laughing of a mocking crowd and yet despite all of that crying out to God saying, "Father forgive them for they know not what they do."

When I think about how far short I fall of loving people in that way I'm humbled and ashamed that I bear the name of Christ. I am unworthy to be called one of his followers. I later found out that the reason those kids act up the way they do is because they're testing me. Everyone in their whole life has let them down and abandoned them in one way or another. I remember the first question all of them asked me was, "So when are you leaving?" They act crazy partly as a defense mechanism because they've been hurt by too many who have come before just to leave after getting close to them. I also found out that the reason they are such a pain to get in the truck to go home and the reason they send me on a wild goose chase to find their house is because home is not a happy place at all. Instead of a loving family eager to hear about their day, most of these kids go home to drugged up parents ready to take out their anger on them. The time they spend with me and with the others who volunteer on the rez is the only love they get.

If we are to make disciples of Jesus and if we are to bring about his beautiful kingdom in this cruel world, than we must learn the love of Christ. Not the, "look mom I got an A", first kiss, cute little kid, Christmas morning kind of love, but the kind of love that embraces a filthy and diseased person, the kind of love that is without condition, and the kind of love that remains after you've been hurt, after you've been rejected, after you've been mocked, after you've been nailed to a cross. That is the kind of love that transforms, that is the kind of love that will show Jesus to all who see it, and that is the kind of love that will change the world. God didn't wait for us to be clean and have it all together before He chose to love us, so let us not grow tired of showing everyone in our lives a love that is dirty.

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 5:8

Well I know I said I was goin to do better about posting but once again the craziness of the past few weeks has kept me from doing quite a bit. It's hard to know where to start but I guess the biggest improvement since last time is finally after moving 4 times to 4 different places since we've been in Wyo we are finally settled in! We are renting rooms from this guy that goes to our church Mike Ragan. He's a math teacher and defensive coordinator at the local high school and he's awesome. He's got a great house for us to be in because we get the whole upstairs. He's got two sons in college and two girls in high school that live here every other week. It's really a great situation, my only beef is with their two cats JJ and Pistol Pete. Pistol Pete will bite you if you refuse to pet him and JJ's the most curious creature I've ever been around. He's constantly messing with my stuff, walking across my computer keyboard while I'm trying to type, and he loves to swat his dirty paws at the ice in my drinks. He knocked over my full glass of tea today and I seriously almost killed him. One more time and we'll see how well he can adapt to the wyoming wilderness.

We finally got our substitute teaching stuff back and I've already subbed one and a half days. The first day I got to sub out on the rez at Wyoming Indian High School. It was a really different but cool experience. They are pretty untrusting and not very conversational at all, all except for one girl, Shota, she was real friendly and talkative. I did however get to play basketball for two periods and after watching me get schooled multiple times by some of these kids I think they felt a little more comfortable around me. Basketball has always been rough for me and it's the one game their amazing at. So yeah fun times... At the end of the day I felt like it was going to be impossible to ever get close to these kids and I felt like I spent most of the day in obscurity. But it was cool because today I was hanging out with some teenagers on the rez and a couple of them that I didn't have in class recognized me as "the new sub". It's funny how they'll say nothing to you in conversation but word about you travels like crazy.

Subbing at Lander High was much different. The students are predominantly white but there's still alot of Natives. They were all super talkative and eager to get to know me because I was new. One kid sat in the front row and talked my ear off about these dunebuggies he builds with old car parts and wrecks intentionally just to see what will happen. Brilliant kid but I swear only in Wyoming.

When I'm not substitute teaching, I've been working on starting my new landscaping/maintenance/snow removal business. I've got a couple jobs under my belt and a couple more lined up. I'm learning a lot about the need and difficulties of raising capital but between an old mower, a beat up trailer, and a new weed trimmer I'm making out all right. When I'm not subbing or working on the business, Joel and I work for Clark Lucas a contractor here that's helped us out a ton. This week we stripped a roof and started remodeling this house. My body is hating life. The good and bad part is between the 3 I've been staying pretty busy but I'm ready to get one consistent, good paying job that will enable me to do the job that I moved here for. So please pray for that. Pray that God will provide the best job that will enable me to commit more of my time and energy to ministry.

I haven't had alot but what little social life I've had has been awesome. This past Sunday we went to Boysen Lake with some of our "rich" oilfield friends who have boats and jetski's. I got to embarass myself wakeboarding and cruise around on the jetski's which was totally awesome and totally needed. It was a great day. I love my pastors family more and more all the time. He has totally poured into me and encouraged me time and again. Last Saturday he let me print off my sermon at his office and while I was he prayed over me and told me that the church was completely committed to supporting us in every way that we needed. I've spent many late nights at their house just talking to them or hanging out with their sons who I've become pretty tight with. His wife, Mrs. Lorinda and daughter Carissa, made me a cake for my birthday Monday and although I never really care for big birthday celebrations it was nice to have someone far from home take the time to make me feel good. Their whole family has been awesome and I thank God everyday for them.

We're continuing to try and make our way into the reservation circle. We keep meeting more and more people and trying to see what the best aproach to reaching youth will be. We still have such a long way to go so please pray that God will make it clear to us what our mission is and that he will enable us to accomplish it. This week there was a team here from Birmingham, Alabama. It was cool because a couple of them were from Brook Hills, the church where David Platt one of the most inlfluential preachers in my life, is the pastor. Today was the only day we really got to hangout with them but it was awesome. It was so good to hear southern accents and talk about SEC football. They should be the last of the short term teams for awhile but with all the job pressures we've had lately it was great to have them help point us back to focusing on the ministry.

Despite some the struggles we've dealt with, God has continued to be faithful and I know that He will continue to watch over us. Right now I'm craving for God's vision for this reservation and for our work here. Robert E. Lee said once, "The greatest thing a man can do is his duty, he can do nothing more, he should never do less." He believed that was the key to perfect peace and I completely agree. The most peaceful times in my life have been the times when I knew I was doing the work that God has planned for me. I know without a doubt that this is where God has called me to but the exact work is still a question. One of the greatest traps that I'm constantly in danger of is my desire for success and wanting to prove myself to myself. I want to know that I can not only survive but thrive anywhere, I want to feel like I can do anything I want and although that's not necessarily bad it can sometimes distract me from what God has ultimately brought me here to do. So basically I need clarity because that line between my will and His can be quite blurry sometimes.

I hope all of you are doing well. I love where I am but I always remember everything I love in Maryland and Jacksonville not to mention my Georgia fam. You all have truly been such a blessing to me and as much as I love adventure, it can make me sad to think about everyone that I miss so much. But things are great here and I'm loving embracing the "new thing" that God is leading me through. I'll leave you with a verse I found encouraging this week, I love yall and I'll try to post more frequently. Thanks for reading!!!

17 This is what the LORD say your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel: "I am the LORD your God, who teaches you what is best for you, who directs you in the way you should go."

Isaiah 48:17

Finally Getting Settled In

Hey everyone! I know this has taken forever for me to setup but for the past month my life has been pretty insanely full. It's hard to believe but tommorrow will be 3 weeks that my friend Joel and I have been in Wyoming and 4 and a half since I left home. Life has been moving a hundred miles an hour since then but despite how hectic everything has been things are going well. God has continued to affirm that this is where I need to be and has provided so faithfully. One of the coolest examples happened on the drive up to Wyoming from Colorado. We didn't really know where we were staying that night, all I knew was that we were supposed to stay in this rundown bunkhouse at this little church on the rez. Anyway while we were driving up I called the math teacher that talked me into coming out here to see what we needed to do to get setup for substitute teaching and he was like, "Hey I meant to tell you the mortgage on our house is paid through August, we'd love for you guys to stay there until you find something more permanent." That was such a huge blessing, finding a place to stay had been something that I had been having to consistently turn over to God and try not to be anxious about. After being on the road for a week and a half and having two cars overloaded with stuff it was great to be able to unpack and have a place to make food, shower, and wash clothes.

It seems as if everyday God has provided for us in a new way. The realtor lady I had been talking to before coming out and her boyfriend have been a huge help to us by taking us out to eat occasionally, providing us with work, and now letting us housesit for them for the next few weeks while they're on vacation. Their hospitality has been incredible.

Another great example of God's provision happened when I was walking around the town early one morning the first week we were here. I saw a poster on one of the shops that said the methodist church in town was having vbs that week so I figured we'd go see if they could use us. We went and sure enough they had a lot more kids than expected and were short on help so we volunteered with them all week. We got to meet a lot of people from the community including a group of high schoolers that we went hiking with that Saturday. One of the kids didnt go to the Methodist church but went to Wind River Community Church, a church that meets in the local high school. We figured we would try that church first and we've been going ever since. The pastor and his wife are amazing and have taken us in as if we were their own kids. They've had us over for a meal multiple times and allowed us to hangout at their house late at night. We've become friends with their kids and quite a few other young adults from the church. They are all great people and I can't tell you how good it is to find that kind of church when you're far away.

God has provided tremedously on the reservation front as well. We've met lots of people who have been serving out here for years and have been so encouraged by our arrival. They have felt overwhelmed, overworked, and forgotten for a long time and many have said they've been praying for years for someone to come help. That was encouraging and affirming for us to hear and made me all the more excited to be here.

God opened up yet another door of opportunity this past week when one of the girls we've been working with out there called me and asked if I would mind coming out to the Shoshone tribe senior center where she works because they needed a dishwasher for the day. I went and ended up working there all week and it's been better than I ever could've hoped. The older people are very respected in their culture, most kids are raised by their grandparents and everyone seems to look up to them. I've been able to sit down and talk with many of them during lunch and got to hear some really cool stories. They seem to like me because I work hard and some have already trusted me to watch their grandkids. Not only have I met many of the older people but Thursday I met the chairman of the tribal council (modern day chief) and I was informed by some of the older people that he was impressed with me for serving the seniors. That is a big step in winning their trust and so once again God has been so faithful.

That's the major highlights but throughout these past few weeks God has never ceased to amaze me. There seems to be a consensus among the workers on the rez that something big is about to happen and I'm so excited to be here in this moment. When I was in Morocco this past spring I remember how powerful it was to see those missionaries living in the fight knowing that they were on the edge of changing the world for Christ. They were witnessing pretty miraculous things and they all seemed to know they were right where they needed to be. I prayed almost to the point of tears that God would let me serve in a place where I could see Him like they get to and sure enough He has. It's cool stuff and it's fun, it really is. Thank you again for all of your prayers and support it has meant a lot to me and has helped more than you all know. Continue to pray for God to prepare the hearts of those on the rez for Him to prepare the way for all the work that's being done out there to be successful. Now that we're getting settled in I'll be posting more often. I love you guys and think about you often, have a great week!