It’s a relief, for me to be able to write and tell you about our happy, loud, boisterous, sugar-filled evening, last night in Aningas. In the middle of lots of stress and worry, there hasn’t been much good and upbeat news, and I’m thankful for the chance to give you a smile!
We had made these crafty little gifts, filled with candy, for the Sunday School kids to give their moms. We also had candy treat bags for the kids, and three large (3 gallon) buckets of ice cream to serve everyone. We were a little skeptical about the ice cream because each bucket cost only R$15, which is US $7.50! BUT, we stepped out in great faith that the kids wouldn’t be evaluating the cream content, and would inhale it as if it were Ben and Jerry’s.
Electricity in the Galpão was out, so we had our little gathering in the school. I got a little nervous at the crowds entering the school–oh boy, are there enough gifts and treat bags, enough ice cream?!–but we set up and were singing choruses in no time. The kids were so pumped up, at having so many of their moms there to hear them sing, that they were just shy of screaming. It was quite impressive, even if it wasn’t exactly on tune!
Rayane was there, with her mom, Fatima. All five ladies, that we had recently taken to a medical clinic, were there. There were 25-30 moms and they listened and clapped at the kids’ singing and stayed around for ice cream and conversation afterwards.
The ice cream, meanwhile, turned out to have a split personality. It was creamy, until we got towards the bottom of the bucket, where suddenly, it became like Italian ice. But, as predicted, creamy or icy, it had just enough sugar to make the whole lot slide down just fine.
It was so good to celebrate Mother’s Day, surrounded by my two children and about 90 more, and to see the kids so proud to show their moms just how we do things on Sunday nights in Aningas.
Sing to the Lord, bless His name; Proclaim good tidings of His salvation from day to day. (Psalms 96:2 NASB)
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