Amy in Brazil

It is starting to warm up here in Rio. I never actually know the temperature because that would require learning the Celsius Scale, but, when I went running tonight after 9pm, it was hot and sticky. I live in a large, gated condominium which makes running at night safe and easy, and I wave at the porteiros (the guards) each time I lap the guardhouse… I noticed a dead bat lying on the road tonight as I was running. It was smaller than the ones that I normally see flying over the street, so I think it must have been a young one. Very sad; I like bats.

I emailed my October update letter today, finally. There were several pictures in this one, so it at least looks pretty. The prayer request section has a paragraph dedicated to my mom, but, thankfully, she’s doing so much better than she was even a week ago. Also, things at work are going a bit more smoothly as well. I’ve been praying for my boss and for the staff quite a lot, and, over these past few days, I have really felt God’s peace and the acknowledgement that He’s working on it. I just need to do my job as well as I can and to God’s glory, and let the rest be. Special thanks to all of you who’ve been praying with me–I know that there are many of you.

Tomorrow night, I’m going to be getting together with some people from my Mosaico church group to work on some crafts for a bizarre the proceeds of which will be sending 7 youths from favelas here in Rio to a special summer art program at Cal Arts in Southern, CA. This is a long-term project that we’ve committed to, and it will be a tremendous opportunity for the kids. The bizarre will be on Nov. 8th–I won’t actually be able to attend it because I have a school function that day, but I’m hopeful that we will raise a lot of money towards their trip. I’ll keep you posted.

My Portugeuse is coming along very slowly. I need to dedicate more time to it in the evenings–I am still pretty much only using it on the weekends… I need to make more effort in this area.

Hope that everyone is well.

Amy

Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation.  Habakkuk 3: 17 - 18