Well hello there.....I'm back from the beautiful countryside of São Paulo where we were for our church retreat. I think I speak for everyone in saying that we enjoyed fun activities, wonderful fellowship and delicious food. It truly was a blessed time to spend these days together as a church family. Honestly at some times it felt more like a youth retreat than a church retreat with the fact that there were 70% youth and 30% adults and we had some new young people attending which was great. However, I must say that I can't remember in recent history when we have experienced such spiritual warfare as we did at this retreat. You name it.....bad attitudes, not being able to sleep, practical joking gone bad, arguments, drama (of the exaggerated kind) and the list could go on. I could sense what you might call a "spiritual barrier" a few days before we were to leave as well as struggling with a sense of not wanting to go on this retreat. Well bright and early Saturday morning we were packed, on the bus and heading out. This sense of a "barrier" continued up until mid-day on Monday with a real break through taking place that night during the "foot washing" service. It was amazing to sit back and watch everything unfold and God work in the lives of people. I was especially touched because seven young people approached me to either wash my feet or say what I meant to them....it was hard to hold back the tears. All the spiritual battling was worth it in view of what God did that night.
Here are some pictures I was able to get on film hope you enjoy....
one of many competitions....
Aaron preached a series from Romans.
Soccer.....
and more soccer.....
Each group put together a skit to share.......
here's another group....sorry mine didn't get pictured.

The group with the most "activity" points.

My team had the most points for memorized bible verses....
and we ended up winning the whole competition....WOO HOO!!
Please pray for Michel.....
and Guilherme.....
and Alex....
and how God is allowing me to be an "American auntie" to them. Who knew that I would be privileged to have "Brazilian nephews"?