Breakfast in Brasil consists of a piece of bread with some butter smeared on it, and a cup of coffee. Amazing coffee. I would not consider myself a "coffee drinker"...usually. I pass on the coffee at Starbucks and head straight for those sugary fraps, and would definitely prefer a cup of apple juice rather than coffee, in the mornings. But, that all changes when I arrive in Brasil. I get to Brasil and feel like one of those old lady's who sit on their front porch with their robes and slippers, sipping their coffee and nosily watching their neighborhood wake up.

About two weeks ago, the girls moved into our new house! Yay! Its so cute and peaceful and wonderful. :) I will take pictures soon... Anyways, we live upstairs and have a large back balcony-porch thingy and a smaller one in the front. In the mornings, I like to get up, grab my breakfast (and coffee), sit on the front porch and spend time with God. Two or three mornings ago, I was sitting out there and noticed a man riding towards the house on a bike. He was whistling loudly and I just kind of watched him as he was approaching. As he rode past the house, he smiled, waved and said "Bom Dia", which means Good Morning. I returned the greeting and watched him ride down the street.

I think about Peter often, and how crazy scary it must have been to respond to Jesus' calling to walk on water. How much faith it must've taken for him to step out of the boat, out of his place of comfort and security. I don't want to be afraid of my calling- I want to have the faith necessary to take each and every step. Whether its the courage to open my mouth and love on a stranger, the wisdom to know how to lead, or the faith that God will provide for my every need - I do not doubt that I am exactly where God wants me to be. And its such an amazing feeling.
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