Cactus Flower

When William and Dalton were small, we took them to the States for the first time.  On the way coming and going, William sang a different little song for each of the airplanes we rode.  He was so cute.  There we were getting on one plane at midnight with a four year old singing at the top of his lungs and his little toddler brother ringing in on the la, la, la's. I'm getting on a plane to Brazil... la, la, la!  People commented about how cute he was and how much he must love to travel.  Since then he has done he fair share of wandering on mission trips and to places all over Brazil and the USA. This next week we will take off to parts unknown to us all around Brazil.  We won't have Dalton and William to sing-along as we go which makes us sort of sad.  But we will be making new songs as we go with lots of Greyson's instruments tagging along no doubt.  If you want to keep up with our travels, please check out my travel journal at the link below...

Last week I wrote a little about knowing that I wanted to be a missionary when I was a little girl.  Sometimes it takes a long time before a dream actually can come true.  For me it took quite a few years.  When I was about ready to graduate from high school, I had to decide where to go for college.  I was interested in teaching but knew that I wanted to do this on the foreign mission field, so I chose to go to Piedmont Bible College and start a five year program to be a teacher. Somewhere in the middle of those five years between 1983 -1987 is when I started dating Uncle Byron and visited Brazil for the first time. Clube Náutico, Fortaleza, 1986 The trip was a confirmation of what I had dreamed about as a girl.  I was ready to come back to Brazil and start working at the missionary kids' academy, but that was still a ways down the road. In 1987 Uncle Byron and I got married one year before I was to finish my studies at college.  In the announcement for the...