We took 10 of our folks to Seminary openhouse in Curitiba. We visited one of he city's many churracarias and enjoyed fellowship around a great meal. Five of our folks went forward at the invitation to dedicate themselves to full time ministry. Pray for Ronaldo and Adailza, Alenildes and Joice, and Zelha as they seek God's perfect direction. While there we were able to spend time with Annie and Jackson, and Gabriel too. That is always a fun time.
I was watching my one year old grandson, Brandon, today. He had on some baggy little shorts, weird flip-flops over his socks, and he was tottering. It made me think about how I often feel these days. Funny how that when we are little and "innocent" and tottering in our baggy pants, with our little potbelly sticking out from under our t-shirt we look precious. When we are older and tottering in our low slung trousers and the same potbelly, we looks pathetic! I guess that the two drastically opposite points of view are based on the viewer's chronological perspective. Brandon is growing and I'm dying. He is cute because the little guy has a lot to learn and we love to see him progress. The old guy has already had his chance at learning and what he is progressing toward is not quite so much fun to ponder. When I have these weird thoughts I praise my God because He never lets go of my hand whether a tottering little guy or an old one. And I found this verse to prove my po...
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