Being here in Fort Collins is somewhat surreal. Every morning from 8.30 to 12.30 we go to class and drink from what feels like a firehose. It's a lot of information. Thankfully much of it has been stuff we've been doing and so, we're well trained. We're so glad to be a part of this mission. What greater thing could we do than reach the world for Jesus Christ? What a privilege.

Since we have been here it has been hot. Real, stinking hot. 110 degrees always. Not always. But in the afternoon. Jack loves kids camp, Jesse is a bit sick with something that makes his poop a light minty green, and I am, well, going with the flow I suppose.

Thanks for your prayers and support, we'll write some more. Not sure why I haven't. It's easy enough. I blame the heat.

In Him.