Cactus Flower

Sometimes our missionary path seems weary, dusty and just plain sweaty.  This afternoon our little temperature gauge may hit 100F.  I'm thankful to be out of the sun and off the dusty roads at the moment. Our trip to Lage dos Negros this weekend was full of hot sunny skies and no water in the pipes.  Most of the little city had no water in their faucets due to a pipe break somewhere another.   Thankfully the lady of the little house we rent had a good sized reserve tank. We survived with the drinking water we had on hand, a small barrel of clean water that we took from Sobradinho some months back, and a few buckets from the tank.  Just part of the ride! Pray for us this next weekend as we begin adult group Bible studies with singing and preaching in front of the home of Dona Joalina.  She is the grandmother of Max and Maristela.  [By the way, Maristela, who swallowed the metal spring of a clothespin two weeks, ago is fine.]  We have had a sma...

Once again I find myself counting down the days until I travel to see family and dear friends.  In the past the months between our travels were long, lately we have tried a new tactic and have been going with more frequency.  Short trips with less time between is nice for seeing the grands and our parents, but we haven't been in many of our churches in a few years.  We need a real furlough soon! In the meantime, I'm counting days until a college graduation and senior recital, until grandbaby snuggles and parent hugs and kisses, until dinner out with friends and meals in with our boys and girls.  Ah, until I try to hold a certain grandcat in my arms again. Today's count is 70.