The 13 kids I never wanted

There is a street in my area that is always full of children.  Kids without the best home situations, kids without spots in schools.  But kids with huge hearts who love to talk to us and come to church.  Every week we do a family home evening and invite a few people to come hear a message and play a game.  Last week we invited 2 children that we know, and when we went to pick them up, they had spread the word...  

So we arrived at the woman's house with 13 kids in tow. haha.  Luckily she was a good sport.  We talked about Christ and played games and ate pizza!  They are a handful, and sometimes I yell at them when they cross the street without looking.  I feel like I adopted 13 children when I moved to Campo Limpo.  

#tooyoungforthis

#whohaveIbecome

But I would be lying if I said I didn't love them all to death.  

Adventure has arrived!

Transfers are weird.  For those of you who aren´t familiar with missionary life, transfers happen every 6 weeks.  They hit you with a phone call and tell you if you are staying or going.  This time around it is my companion who is going.  I'm still not super familiar with the area, as it is huge and unorganized (evidence below).  My map will be my best friend for the next few weeks.  On top of that I got called to train...  ahhhh I'm gonna die.  just kidding! :)  It will be an adventure!  Here´s to hoping she has a better sense of direction than I do!  I will meet my filhinha tomorrow!

Transfers are a blessing, however, because it is always what you need. A new start every month and a half.  

other photos of randomness

hanging out in a hammock

my zone

at the temple

etc..

Frostbitten in São Paulo

Yesterday as we were sitting in the chapel reverently singing hymns, the sky began to grow dark.  By the time we finished singing and said the opening prayer, it started to rain and storm so loudly that I could barely hear the man at the pulpit.  The chapel shook, but we kept on going with the meeting.  A few minutes later it starting raining INSIDE the chapel.  The meeting kept going, the rain stopped, and when we went outside, all we saw was ICE!!!  

The kids freaked out, most of them never having seen anything remotely close to snow in their lives.  The entire neighborhood was covered with giant balls of ice!

The traffic stopped, unable to pass through it, and the Brazilians stayed on the sidewalk, amazed.  I, on the other hand, jumped right in :)  This American aint afraid of no snow.  It was nuts!  And I think I got frostbite on my feet.  Oh the irony.  

Why I am happy

::My companion is as crazy as I am

::Campo Limpo is full of great people to teach

::Kids on the street run up to me and give me hugs, calling me "tia!"

::Brazilian churrasco.  Enough said.

::I get to talk about Jesus Christ every day

::People telling me I barely have an accent

My face hurts every day from smiling so much.  

Eu amo vocês!  Boa semana!!!

beijos,

Sister Burch