I stole this pic from Mark’s blog… He took this when we were leaving Angol Est to hang with some people… There is something about this pic that resonates with me… its cold out, I have on a warm jacket, I am in Bp, it is a great memory. It is the kind of moment when we should be grateful for the everyday blessings… but then Bp isn’t an everyday blessing, is it?
forgive the nostalgic moment… I’m really not trying to turn this blog into a diary.
kingdom travelin' 