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A Day Remembered...


I remember the day this photo was taken.  The ladies from Igreja Batista da Fé and I were invited to participate in special day at a country house with other women from churches all over the city.  In the afternoon we got together to take this picture.  The grass was pointy and hurt to sit on.  We were all laughing and trying to hurry it up!  It was a good day.

For one short year Byron and I had the privilege to work with a special group of people in the city of Fortaleza at the Igreja Batista da Fé.  Every Sunday afternoon I hopped on a bus to go early to church for a special ladies' Bible study slash prayer time before the evening worship service.  There were such a great group of women.

It was during this year that we noticed the problem Greyson was having with his eyes.  A family at the church had a daughter who had gone through the exact same thing.  The general eye doctor that had been seeing Greyson wasn't working out very well.   This family not only recommended a children's eye doctor, but went with us to the first appointment.  God had placed us at the right place that year.

Although our time was brief, it was very special and dear.  From time to time I think about the ladies at Fé and remember to pray for each one!

Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every thing there is a season, 
and a time to every purpose under the heaven
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  1. VickiSeptember 15, 2011 at 6:42 AM

    So glad you were there at that time. God knew!

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