I had a dream I was Teca Greathouse.
In my dream, I am working to end poverty and child suffering in Brazil, one small church and school at a time. I am endlessly patient, kind and enduring. I am traveling in a never ending mission to improve the lives of people all over my country, striving to give them the dignity that they (we) all deserve, in the most difficult of situations. I translate. I am a tour guide. I tell stories of catching Parana with my flip flops. I sell candy from my boat in the rain forest. The Rio Negro and the Amazon rivers swirl around in my dream--combining into one water, rather than running side by side.
I woke up exhausted and sweaty, not unlike a typical day on the Manaus job!
And while perhaps the Rio Negro and Amazon rivers will never really mix, God's hand has stirred up the hearts of these Brazilians and Americans with one central purpose. Walking hand-in-hand in love. I will never be a Teca Greathouse. But I do cherish my time working in the country she loves. Her work for God's love-- inspires my dreams. (But I sure could use a little more rest.) :)
I woke up exhausted and sweaty, not unlike a typical day on the Manaus job!
And while perhaps the Rio Negro and Amazon rivers will never really mix, God's hand has stirred up the hearts of these Brazilians and Americans with one central purpose. Walking hand-in-hand in love. I will never be a Teca Greathouse. But I do cherish my time working in the country she loves. Her work for God's love-- inspires my dreams. (But I sure could use a little more rest.) :)
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