I'm a missionary mama serving in the semi-arid interior of Northeast Brazil. My three sons were born and raised on the mission field. Currently they all live in the USA and our house is rather quiet. We've done it all mission-wise: missionary children education, big city church planting, evangelism, pulpit supply, Christian camping, small town church edification, and now we work in small communities along dirt roads. Our lives have changed quite a bit over our thirty years on the mission field, but our call and our goals have always remained the same - serve God and tell about Jesus. My posts are random and range between creative writing to news for my family. Feel free to browse old posts and look for new ones from time to time.
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?...