Begun in Faith

A couple months ago, I had a few hours to spare before Tuesday evening church, so I decided to hang my laundry on the roof and then finish a project I had been putting off for a while. When I got up to the laundry lines, I realized a storm was about to start. Storms here can be kind of finicky, so I stubbornly started hanging up the clothes anyway on the off chance that it might hold off a little bit. As I began hanging and pinning, I felt God whisper, “stay up here with Me.” I half chuckled looking up at the storm cloud. My laundry can’t stay up here, much less me. “Stay.” This may be the only chance I get to finish that project. Then again, I’ve already been procrastinating. Maybe we can talk downstairs? “Stay here.” Ok. I’ll stay as long as I can. I’ll stay as long as the weather’s nice. “Really?” Sure. I was almost done hanging up the laundry and it started sprinkling. I like the rain, so I continued praying and watching the clouds. It felt nice. Just me and God. Knowing

After a long silence, it can be hard to know what to say. Where do I start? What will people want to read? What is important? I don’t know if what I’m about to say falls under either of those categories, but it's where I am going to start. It is just a start, though. I have plenty more to say in future blogs.  I came to Brazil to train teams of missionaries; teams that include ten young adults, a support family, and a pastoral family. We recently hired the pastoral family and still do not have a support family. While the pastors are preparing to leave their current church and home, I am living with and training the team of nine (currently) young adults. I am their trainer and, for the foreseeable future, their support family. I often feel like a single mom of nine who works from home. It's not boring.  Back: Pr Lincoln, Yussef (a disciple, not part of the team), TJ, Dave, Bernard, Alexsandra, Lucas Front: Aline, me, Hannah, Alyssa, Olivia, Sarah, Pra Fabiana, João Lucas an