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In a little over one week Daiana has really made this house into a home for her family.
While Benay and Leni took a tour of the new house, I made my way to the back door to get one more thing from the car. I bumped into Daiana who was in the kitchen. She had tears rolling down her face. She was overwhelmed by God's goodness. She told us later that her youngest son was asking her for milk earlier and she had to tell him no because they didn't have any money to buy milk. God is good and it's fun to watch how He works through His kids.
This is Garrett coming out of the gate that leads to the house.
Here is a view of the front yard.
This is a view of the back yard. None of what you see belonged to them.
This is the entrance to the home. The bricks on the right aren't even part of their house. They lived in some rooms built off the side of Daiana's mom's house.
A room with a bed. The bed took up almost the entire room space.
A room downstairs. Downstairs was more like a dungeon than a room. It was cold, humid and damp. Their kids were always sick.
This was their kitchen.
Moving day was not a sad day at all for this family. They were excited to begin a new life in a new city.
We started loading up and taking things out to the cars. These are our brothers Tiago and Ellinton.
We were also blessed to have Everton's boss there helping us. His name is Marcus and unfortunately the only picture I have of him is this one of him loading up his trailer.
Everton has only worked for Marcus for a couple of weeks. Marcus came to the chácara with the purpose of finding a man to help him in his business. He has a gardening business. God put him and Everton together. He has been an incredible blessing to Everton. After only one week of work he allowed Everton to miss days to help clean up his new house, go to the proper places to have the power and water turned on, etc. He told Everton he was going to help him move and then asked if he needed a sofa, television and refrigerator. Everton told him he didn't have any of those things and so Marcus and his wife gave them all to Everton's family. Hard to believe that one month ago Everton didn't even know this man.
This a picture of the group (minus Benay and Marcus) that helped most of the day.
After we unloaded the first load, Everton and I returned to Porto Alegre to get some more stuff. This included a stop at Leni and Jorge's house where they gave Everton a baby crib and a sofa. Acts 2 continues.
If felt like home quickly for everyone. Especially the kids. They had never played in grass before. They stayed in their yard the entire day. We got there about 11 in the morning and we, literally, had to drag them inside at 6 that evening.
Part of having so much freedom for little boys is getting in trouble. I couldn't resist taking this picture of Bruno after his dad made him sit in the chair for some punishment time. He wasn't happy about it.
But I kept bugging him until he smiled.
Even Cássia felt right at home in her new baby bed. Everton's hammering didn't wake her up.
At the end of the day Diego read Cássia some books.
And the family photo in front of their new house just beams with pride and thankfulness doesn't it?
Please pray for this family. As with each of us, it can sometimes be difficult to get settled in to a new neighborhood. Everton has already said they want to start some kind of house church in their neighborhood. They want to be the light of Christ to their neighbors. We want to help them with that. Benay called Daiana on Sunday and Daiana cried because she missed her house church family (especially Benay and Leni).
Why?
Last Friday night Benay called me while I was in our accountability group with the guys from the chácara. She told me Daiana thought she was going into labor. Daiana had no way to get to the hospital (no car, no money for taxi or bus) and so Benay had told her a few months ago that when it was time then she was to call Benay no matter the hour. After the call Benay and Bronwyn took Daiana to the hospital, and Paulo Renato and I left our group to go to the chácara to tell Everton that his baby girl was about to be born. It was a very humbling and special thing for me to be able to see the excitement on his face while knowing that he couldn't be with his wife.
Our kids, as always, were great babysitters. Our sister, Leni, came over one day and made lunch and supper, colored with the boys, prayed with them, cleaned our house and was an incredible blessing to us. I think you can tell how much Anderson loves Leni.
Our time this week also reminded us that we aren't quite ready to have 10 kids.


.....and we were off.
It truly was a God thing. We were headed to a park where we thought he would be and within 1 minute we saw him on the other side of the street. In our city you rarely are able to make left turns on roads. It's just the way the city was planned. You have to make a right turn and do a circle to come back to the road you were just on to be able to make a left turn and go back. Sound confusing? Try figuring that out when you first move here and don't understand the language or the signs which usually look like this:
Thankfully it makes sense to us (most of the time) now. We finally made the big circle back and went back to where he was. We didn't see him. We thought that possibly he went into a church that we passed by, so we made another circle and came back and saw him again. He had not gone into the church but into a little cafe to get some coffee with a friend. We literally stopped on the sidewalk and all piled out. He did not look good, but was excited to see us. It was amazing for me to see the love that my brothers have for this fallen brother. No judgment, just love and concern. We talked to his friend that he was with. He and Marcelo had just met this week. Paulo Renato invited both to the house church that meets in his house on Sunday. We pray they both will show up. As we were talking to Marcelo's friend I saw Anderson quietly ask Marcelo point blank if he was using drugs again. I saw Anderson looking at his hands and fingers for signs of drug use. Marcelo confessed that he is smoking cigarettes and drinking but not using crack again. The brothers, who know what it looks like from experience, all said he was lying. They could tell by his appearance that he is again using drugs.
He used to live with Christian and Anderson but they had to ask him to leave because of his return to a life of drugs. Imagine an addict fighting against being around any type of temptation and having his own roommate coming home messed up. It was a tough decision but the right one to ask him to leave. We went to where he lives and spoke with some men who lived in the same complex. They had not seen him all week. We were not able to find Josemar. Please continue to pray for him.
Some other incredible things happened last Friday night:
His name is Garrett. We actually call him Big Garrett to keep things easier around here.
He also got to experience lots of Blume family activities. He went to little Garrett's soccer practice, visited Anderson's school, ate churrasco (Brasilian bar-b-que), ate pasteis (a family favorite....like a fried pie filled with whatever you want), experienced Anderson's non-stop questions and got to be a part of Carys's "live in the moment" world. He also got to spend some quality time watching Kung Fu Panda and Sponge Bob with Anderson and Carys. Even if it meant watching them upside down while being a human pillow.
He was even blessed to have Thanksgiving in April. Benay and Bronwyn found some real orange sweet potatoes and couldn't wait to make turkey and dressing with it. (Typical sweet potatoes here are white and don't have quite the same taste.) When you never have something (peanut butter, sweet potatoes, etc) and then you find it.......you celebrate. Big Garrett happened to be here when they decided to make it and so he enjoyed a traditional Thanksgiving meal with us.
We even were able to have some adult time conversations about family, God's kingdom and ministry.