Yesterday the sand rail started sputtering up a big hill as we came into Abreus. Byron adjusted something or another before we left, but just outside of the community it started up again. The poor little car lost all its get-up-and-go. It was already dark and we were way behind schedule. Years ago, I would have asked a million questions and began to worry about what in the world we were gonna do and if we would have to sleep in the bushes. Last night I didn't have a care at all. I trust my driver and I had just had a great cup of coffee and a few crackers at house where we have a small group Bible study. Faith is just like that - no cares in the world, just trusting in God to take care of the matter, even if it's big or small. Often over the past year, trust has been hard. Many times, it seemed that all of our hopes and dreams for the ministry had been thrown to the wind. I began to feel that I was asking the same question every week, What are we going to do now?...
Just a mama trying to bloom where she is planted in the dry Northeast of Brazil.