On Friday as family begin trickling in we all went to a Jamaican restaurant. Live music and jerk chicken set the mood for lots of laughs and great conversation. We are loud by nature so we had to make sure we found a restaurant that would match our acoustic level. We did not get kicked out so the night was a success. Grandma Melinda and Grandpa Greg stayed home with Tres as he continued to heal from his procedure.
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Welcome! Legacy is everything to me. I created this blog as a reminder to my tribe of the story of us and my history with God. To my tribe, I know there will be mountains and valleys. Dark nights when you feel alone. In all my years, the one constant that has remained the same is the faithfulness of God. He always reminds me when I am going through battle, to remember our history. His and mine. If I leave you with nothing else, know that the God I serve was present, relevant, and powerful in every moment of my life. I pray you lean not on your own understanding, but yield your life to His capable hands. He keeps His promises.
A Tribe Called Whitlock 