fist pump

this week has been a long one. i'm tired in a lot of different ways that are hard to explain, i think hannah and i are both feeling it, as i write this laying in bed staring at the poor soul propped up with pillows because of her ole' hip. but naturally we find ourselves giggling about randar things.

today, started off rough. alarm went off at 7 didn't get out of bed till 7:40 because it was so cold, i couldn't bare to get out of the warmth of my bed. then went to Ocean View where i was greeted by 25 pre schoolers, nuff' said. the kids rock. i still can't get over the lack of parental supervision. kids are everywhere, little babies running up and down the street. its the most bizarre thing to see. to keep the hooligans under control, i am blessed with help from local teen volunteers from O.V. my 2 favorite are twin girls named Chandre and Chanae, i was told from the beginning to try and mentor the two of them, and it has worked out so lovely, because we all 3 really get along, or at least i think we do? they think i'm crazy.. which LBRH (let's be realistic here).. if you know me.. i sort of am..

we sang Jesus loves me, like a million times, and i taught the kids how to fist pump while chanting 'Jesus'. i'd say that equals a pretty successful day.. in the afternoon josh and i went to the O.V office and did team planning, painted, & watched some of the games on today. it was chillaxin'. that's pretty much a wrap, OH for dinner our cook Sandiso, made my favorite soup. not that you care what i ate for dinner, just thought i'd put it out there, JIC.

if you have a second today or tomorrow, or now. check out psalm 25. i've been digging it.

keep Han and i in your thoughts and prayers.

cheers, carl.