Anapolis Training- Feeling my Limit
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