Perfect.

Wow. What a crazy week. I think I've experienced every emotion under the sun in the past seven days. Sadness, joy, humility, peace, anger, frustration, happiness, confusion, pride... the list goes on and on and on. This week has been up and right... left and down... or however that phrase goes. Its been one of the hardest weeks I've had in a long time, but as I recall, the week before Spring Break last year also stunk the big one. That's when I was told that I wasn't going to Mexico for missions; no questions asked. If you want to refresh your memory on the matter, check out my post call "Heartbroken," from last March.

This week, God taught me something about himself. Something that I already knew, but apparently he wanted to break me again, which always rocks the soul. He made it a point to make me remember JUST how incredibly much he loves me, despite all of the craziness that the week involved. Let's just say, I cried like a baby... with three other guys present... and wasn't ashamed or embarrassed a single ounce. My God is good...truly and wonderfully perfect.