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The Little Green House

A couple of years ago we bought a little house in a little rural community where we had hopes of placing a young missionary couple and starting a new work.  Alas the best laid plans of mice and men often don't go the way they hope. The couple came, but went somewhere else and now they aren't there either.  It's complicated, and the little house has sat empty collecting dust ever since.  We would stop and visit it from time to time, but we had not time to begin to use in ministry. But recently the little green house was opened up and cleaned up and put to use.  In July a large group came to Lage dos Negros with doctors and nurses and free medicine.  At the end of the week there was quite a bit of supplies left over.  But we didn't know.  Just a few weeks back, someone asked what we planned to do with all the leftover stuff. Some of the medicines were close to their expiration dates.  We needed to move quickly if we were going to be able to use them...
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Scary Days

  Years ago in one of the houses where  we lived, we had a "party line" telephone.  When the phone rang, you had to answer and listen to see for whom the call was.  There were several other phones associated with ours. If it was for you, you stayed on the line.  If it wasn't, you were supposed to hang up. I should mention that the phone was attached to the wall and to hear you had to pick up the receiver part and place it near your ear.  If you called a number that was part of your party line, you could talk to them all at the same time if you really wanted.  We knew most of the people on our line.  They were neighbors.  My mother could ring the phone and talk to several other ladies at once. It was kind of cool for a while.  Eventually we got our own line.  I don't remember when.  But for a long time, that was how it was.  Today phone's are just plain scary.  With one touch on the screen you can book flights, order g...

September 2025 - Video Letter

  Somehow, I missed the whole month of August!  I didn't even take very many photos!  But here's a short, newsy video letter to cover August and September!

Changing Times

A few years ago, we had a wild idea.  The camp where we had worked closed.  The church where we had assisted got a national pastor.  All of our boys left the household.  It seemed like a good time to consider a move or a new type of ministry.  We weren't too old, but not too young.  It was around the end of 2017. We briefly considered going to Mozambique.  Local churches had made some trips to the country helping a national missionary there.  One of our sons had gone on a missions trip.  There was a definite need and we already spoke the language.  Culture adjustment at our age could be rough.   Byron took a three-week trip up and down the Amazon River.  He had always thought it would be a possibility with his boat and mechanical experience.  We knew a few people in the region, and the language and culture part wouldn't be too much of a problem.  After his trip, he just didn't feel that someone else running up an...

The Sun is Not Yet Set

  Byron, the guy in the white helmet, turns 61 today.  That's our son, Byron the Third in the black helmet.  He'll be 30 on his next birthday at the end of the year.   My husband and I were close to thirty ourselves when we had our first son. Lately it seems that every other day or so someone wants to know "When we are going to retire?" Sometimes it feels more like, "When are you going to leave" is the real question, but that's a story for another post sometime. Has the sunset on our work and ministry in Brazil?  Is it time to hang our hats and pack it all up.  Are we too old? Too old for what?  Too old to tell others about the love of God?  Too old to preach and teach?  Too old to ride a motorcycle on dirt roads? Okay, you may have us on that last one!  It took a few days to recover from our 8 days of motorcycle travel with our oldest and his wife last month.  It took a few weeks to recover from all the bumps and aches of our ...

Motorcycle Adventure

  This past month, Byron and I traveled by motorcycle to meet up with one of our boys and his wife arriving from the USA.  Several times along the route we weren't sure if we would make it.  Somehow God protected us inspite of ourselves. Watch the video made with my grandchildren in mind to see and hear the whole story.

Peniel Student Report

Adrielly is our last from our crop of Bible school students.  She will finish up at the Peniel Bible Institute at the end of the year.  Pray as she considers how God can use her in missions. Byron and I really like the fact that the Bible course of the Ethnos 360 New Tribes school includes practical work along with study of God's Word.  Each student has assigned duties in the afternoon.   You can read Adrielly's letter below.