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2020


In January we were part of a big group of people from several Brazilian states in an evangelism outreach.  We entered homes. We talked to people in the street.  There were hugs and kisses.


In February we attended a wedding in another city.  We went by sandrail visiting small communities along the way.
Lots of upclose and personal chats, lots of hugs, lots of photos, 
lots of kissing.



In March we had heard about a crazy flu bug in China that seemed to be spreading to other countries rapidly.  It all seemed very faraway from our middle of nowhere life in NE Brazil.  The day this photo was taken was the day I found out one of our boys was being sent home from school and that airports were closing down.


We didn't figure it would last long, but I got busy with some at home projects that never seemed to get done.  


There were video chats with family, and I started a new approach to the prayer ministry called Sombrinhas with weekly broadcasts and devotionals.


We made some non-contact interior trips for mapping and sightseeing purposes and to get out of the house.



Some days were just boring, and I spent quality time with my pets, and read lots of books.






I learned that wearing a mask is rough in a tropical climate, but nothing is impossible when it comes to getting it out God's Word.


And I learned there are times to just breathe deep, and trust God for the rest. He is the Omnipotent God.



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