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During our wild month of Stateside tourism with our Brazilian neighbors we visited the NC Transportation Museum in Spencer NC.  It was a bitterly cold day!  But we all had a great time.  It was especially interesting for me since it was one of the stops I would always take my fourth graders way back in the day when I taught school before going to Brazil.  Fourth graders had to study North Carolina history and Spencer was a good place for a field trip even twenty plus years ago.

As we walked about we came upon this lovely red antique pick-up with the word "Believe" on the windshield.  The truck caught my attention as I'd been thinking on what would be my key word for 2018.  "Hope" got repeated for me in 2014 and 2015.  My hope was renewed in 2016 when we saw our middle son get saved and right with the Lord.  I'm not entirely sure if I had chosen a particular word that year but "Grateful" and "Peace" were often on my mind all of the fall of that year and into 2017.  Hope was hard to really truly Believe in for some time for me even though I worked to keep on trusting in God in the midst of some difficult time.   

Now here we are on furlough seeing the end result of God's Faithfulness in our lives...


When thoughts of the past crept up behind me and doubts about the future come, I want to be reminded this year to just Believe that God is indeed in control - then, now and in the future!

1 Timothy 4:10  That is why we labor and strive, because we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all people, 
and especially of those who believe.


  1. Fazia muito tempo que não lia as publicações da senhora Tia Michel♡.
    Isto era + pq tinha muito tempo que não entrava a no Google+.

    Beijos! Amo a senhora, e continue publicando. Espero em breve futuro ver a senhora.


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