As a general rule, I like to keep a journal for myself (Josh). However, I find that during the days I have a ton going on, I don't have time to do it. I fear that much the same is happening to our team in Brazil. Our lack of regular updates is NOT due to lack of great ministry and growth. It's because we haven't had the time to write. Sorry.
Yesterday was another sweet day. We were with the kids in the morning and then visits into homes in the favela in the afternoon.
In the morning, during games we had a boy throw a fit. Not just angry, but in the sense of being a danger to himself and others. With the help of staff, they were able to get him calmed down. Later, one of the teachers took a few of us aside to share his home background. I won't go into details, but suffice to say he has been dealt one of the worst hands a kid can have. We were reminded that there are likely another 100 stories like this at KP and that for many of them, their hours at KP are a calm oasis of hope away from a home of despair. Pray for them.
In the afternoon my family visited a family we had seen the previous 2 years. The father wasn't home, but the mother was and it turned out that she had not accepted Christ before. After sharing the gospel through a translator with limited success, our translator asked if she could talk to the mom. What followed was nothing more than heaven shining down on that room as this 17 year old translator shared from her own heart, in Portuguese, the woman's need for a savior, resulting in the woman accepting Christ. We were there to ALLOW the translator to be there. She wasn't there to let us speak, She was there so God could let her speak. So neat to see God work. Praise God!
This morning we finish up with the kids and then head to a KP camp with the teenagers for the afternoon.
We fly back tomorrow, Lord willing.