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 I am writing this extremely tired. Yesterday, Geilza's mother died. This family has been hit hard the past months. Her brother discovered that his cancer has metastasized to his bones, paralyzing him and causing great pain (He is 49 years old). Another brother was arrested for robbery. Her daughter, a single mother, is causing problems. And yesterday her 80 year-old mother's heart stopped. 

Geilza and her husband, Borges, have faith in Christ, but it has been on a roller coaster. And we spent yesterday afternoon, last night and this morning holding them up. 

Dona Lídia was a pillar in the Esplanada neighborhood, always planning activities for people to get together. She was the owner of the neighborhood's soccer team, and never missed a game. And the neighborhood came to pay their respects. 

We, disciples of Christ, had the opportunity to sing about God's grace and to preach about the Good News of His Son. 


 


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