Paper plate night!

Tonight we had Thursday night evangelism. I have learned about YWAM Perth, that every hour of the day is organized. Organization is not a bad thing, no, not at all, in fact it is necessary when you eat gourmet lunch and dinner with 250 people. I imagined Perth being upwards of a 1000 people, although it is one of their goals, they (we) are approximately 500 people. That is including those on outreach, staff, etc.
One of my favorite things that the base does is functioning as a community, like I mentioned, everyone, families, students, staff, eat lunch and dinner together. We choose a table by subtracting the number of people in a family, example Jones-3, from the number of seats at the table. Every night you can sit with different people, different families. It is spectacular. Along with functioning as a community, at 8:00am every morning, those who do not have biological family that they are living with, meet at their assigned chore, and we clean for thirty minutes. Every morning, I clean the girls at 228's toilets. We serve one another and also keep the base tidy.
After paper plate pasta (delectable), we went to a shopping mall. It was the most diverse mall one has seen. The people I met were from India and Somalia. I feel like this will be a powerful evening, every week. God wants to bring life to so many of these people who have been displaced or are refugees. How beautiful it is to say "God loves you" to a nine month pregnant Somalian woman and see her light up. I wonder, why haven't I done this more at home?
I want to write some more, but it is bedtime and my Peruvian roommate is restless, probably because of the keyboard clicking...Goodnight all...

56K.

This is a post from a couple days ago. As for today though, I will now be a regular blogger, and on Thursday we will even have wireless speed internet. Woooooohoo!

Allow me to catch you up on today's events, we had intercession, learned about hemoglobin and then I answered two phone calls and took the mail to the post office. Besides enjoying the rainy bike ride, it gives me joy feeling like the mailman on Mr.Rogers Neighborhood, plus I can imagine Elsie and Claire yelling "when it comes it makes me yell, MAILLLLLLL!!!"

9. July. 08

Hehehe…We are listening to Regina Spektor in the classroom of Birth Attendants. I started telling the girls about how big Regina’s hair has the potential of becoming. Something in that moment clicked and Connie(a Norwegian roommate of mine) told me that she liked my hair. Molly, we are meant to be in that video. You are right…

I have decided to write my update right now even though I am sure when I will be able to upload it.

I have felt quite disconnected from home all week, it has been interesting. Yesterday, when I tried to pay my school fees I was rudely awoken when the transaction didn’t go through, I remembered that I had used my card without contacting the credit union. Anyway, they freeze it when there are unauthorized international charges. Not too short after I realized internet cost twice as much as I had expected. After I put two and two together I figured that I need the internet to contact the Credit Union to thaw out my account, but I won’t have internet until I have to cash to buy it…Catch-22? The day that I am able to upload this will be an exciting one! I am hoping to use a roommate’s computer tonight or tomorrow, but the internet has been down since they connected everyone yesterday. What an eventful day!

Traveling for 36 hours to Perth was the lengthiest plane travel I have succeeded in so far. I have included excerpts from my journal.

Wednesday, 2. July. 08, 6:15pm
“…The tears didn’t stop stinging my face until I put my stiff Toms back on after security. My stomach was growling for more than food than a butterless waffle. I settled for a Bagel Shop near the D1 gate. How strange it is to be in the Domestic Flight gate.
I am momentarily distracted by Camo man who is disturbed by the blocked gate. Heightened Security. Shocker. Patience is invaluable in airports. I don’t think he wants to hear this right now.
Anyway, Bagel Shop, as I settled to eat my crispy, Spotted Cow-esque, cheesy creation, I couldn’t really think about the recent good-byes. I knew I had cards to read, but I feared that would make it worse. I am avoiding the ugly cry at all costs. After a youthful business woman sat down to share my table, I coaxed my mouth to chew for the benefit of my stomach.
A half-a-bagel later, I was yearning for the notes in “my” bag. I packed up my uneaten lunch and headed to where I am currently sitting. One by one, the tears creeped through. The rush of memories, reminders of people who love me and words that pierce my sadness. I enjoyed the photo of Callie and I. It seems so long ago that we were the students. You are right Cal, Auston is definitely staring at Molly…I will have to let that one go now…
I unbuttoned my jean pocket and pulled out the words of my cherished sister, I felt the immediate encouragement and love that I had just left.
“today surprisingly, I feel joy and adoration. Our need of you staying is purely selfish and that is a sin against God. Today is the beginning of a great journey, a lifelong one.”
It would be selfish of me not to go, Lord, you called me.
“Our hearts will hurt only for a season. My bed will be cold only for a few days. I will be lonely only until I get brave and make friends.”
There is so much comfort in this reality. God, you have asked me to leave and I am ready. I am passionate about it. I often wonder how it will be when I leave. You know God. I am walking in your plan.
“Go and be free little lamb, God is waiting and so is the world of mums and babies…”
Lord, this family of mine. I entrust them into your hands. I am free.
Part of the airline crew sat down next to me, mid-journal. He shared that the security breech was most likely because an 8-year old kicked an emergency door. Hehe…I wouldn’t tell that to Camo man.”

9pm…I think?
"Friendly Stewardesses. Outgoing Neighbors. Claire-stare-bear seat mates. LA artists. Warm Gingersnaps. 2% Non-Smith Brothers. Faux-Athletes. Comfy “boxer briefs”. God’s peace. Heart burn. Cat nap. Stunning sunset. Wandering worries. Am I there yet?"

3. July. 08
“Happy birthday Sister Sarah! I have spent this 16-hour flight pretending to be left-handed. The man sitting next to me has daddy-long leg arm hairs. Even when I thought I had escaped them through ambidextrousness, he would take over the armrest and painfully tickle my shy forearm. The plane was quite stuffy when we boarded which was keeping me from my tendency to fall asleep before take off. Despite the humidity of the carrier, I shielded myself with a wool blanket; it seemed to be the lesser of two evils. The foot long arm hairs were invading any chance of rest, it was completely necessary to take up my guard.
Later I learn he is friendly. He calls me “love” everytime I get out of the aisle seat for him to stretch his leg. I’m guessing he is in his early 70s, traveling with his wife and her mother. I can’t imagine traveling with my residents…
Molly, I am thankful for these boxer-brief-esque underwear…even though they are made in Macau. Oh, and I have a bruise on the dorsal side on my hand from hitting my hand on the door handle. Do you feel bad for laughing? Probably not…
Guess what? We are landing, and “I keep bleeding, I keep keep bleeding love…” is on. Hahaha! We are in Sydney. Surprise! We didn’t have enough fuel to make it to Melbourne. The writing is difficult with turbulence and no tray table…daddy-long legs is crawling.”

Okay guys...I know it is just a snippit, and I haven't yet written anything about the Base or my school...there is so much to tell, and blog post by blog post it will come...

not my computer...therefor very quick!

I am alive! I have been blogging on my computer and will upload them as soon as my computer has YWAM Internet. I appreciate everyone's emails and comments...Soon you will know what is going on here!

i suppose you could start the hourly countdown...but please don't.

I'm leaving on a jet plane.

Last night I was able to say farewell, Bon Voyage, Bis Später to several of my friends...What an out of body experience it is to imagine not seeing people for a year. To not be in my house for a year would alone be life-changing, let alone living in another world. For now, I expect to have my heart broken for the preventable death of babies. I expect to meet people that will reflect Jesus in a way I have not see yet in my life. I expect to see babies raised from the dead through God's power and women come to the Lord. I expect to pray knowing every second of every life is in God's hands.

It was joyful to be connected with all the people I care about at once and watching them connect with one another gave me the urge to be a fly on the wall and listen to their conversations.

Thank you Lord for surrounding me with people who love you and love me.

long car rides and too much Ben and Jerry's...

Keep your eyes on the reward my friends. the reward is relationship with God, not the land.

I was able to spend copious amounts of time with my family this weekend. We sailed to Friday Harbor of the San Juan Islands on the Washington State Ferry and resided in a one bedroom loft that was nestled above Farenheit 48 (I thought 451 would have been a better number choice). The highlight of the weekend was wandering aimlessly amidst a breathtaking island on a tandem bicycle, entrusting my life into my fearless 15-year-old brother.

Last night, while bowling the worst game of my life, I broke down in tears. My dad was poking around some casual questions about my preparations for leaving. After he got up to bowl, my mom intuitively asked me what was wrong. In the instant I heard "Wh--", my lacrimal puncta were overflowing and I was bawling.

It makes my dad distraught to think of me leaving, yet I know he would not want me to deny the plans of God. We must obey. Even when it hurts. There is no doubt that I will get on that plane in nine days, but I need to work on understanding how it would feel if someone who was part of my daily life, up and left, like Pat or my Mom, or Dad, for one year.

I am excited. I shared my year of itinerary with my neighbor's tonight. God is good, he is moving. He is moving in Pioneer Trails.

I love you family. Tomorrow marks the start of VBS and a slightly exhausting week at the Dinneen house. w00t!

P.S. Claire and Elsie are here. Upon bringing them to the house, Mom called (to see how close we were to being at the house). Elsie and Claire wanted to take turns talking. They were passing the phone back and forth (sharing nicely) leaving mom confused at the rapid conversation changes. At one point mom said "Claire...." and recieved the response, "This is not claire, this is Elsie.......(long pause)...i love you forever......here you go sister" (hands claire the phone) Oh I adore them.

shimbliesssss...

If you would like to recieve my updates/blog updates, send me your email! I leave for Australia (and other various countries) for about a year, beginning on July 2nd.

simon and sheldon

I just returned home from a trip to Sea-Tac. Tonight I was able to spend time with Sheldon and Simon. It is so special to be re-united with friends and meet new ones, especially when you already have so much in common. Simon was leaving tonight for a trip to Minnesota to spend time with friends before heading to Colorado to meet his outreach team. He described the team as his new family, although he has never met them. These are the people that he will be living and working with in Afghanistan for the next two years. 8 Adults and 4 kids, the oldest being 5. Go God! I am so proud of Simon.

Anyway, this was a fun evening full of laughter, reminising, Genglish and too many chocolate chip cookies.

Thank you for my friends Jesus.

My First Support Letter

My Dear Friends…
I hope this letter finds your family in a time of realizing God’s powerful love. This year has come and gone packed full of excitement, growth and adventure. I must tell you; it feels like I just got home from Herrnhut, Germany last week.
I returned home from my Discipleship Training School (DTS) through Youth With A Mission (YWAM) late April of 2007 and since then have been in school full-time to complete Nursing School pre-requisites. I have also been involved in youth and prayer ministry at my home church and working at an assisted living facility. Most importantly, I have enjoyed each day with my family. Molly and Auston were married just a couple weeks ago, which was a special day for all.
Allow me to catch you up from life this past year…It was while I was in Germany and then in the Democratic Republic of Congo that God began to show me more clearly where I could go with my passion for health care, Africa and unjustified treatment of women, just to name a few. I began the process of learning that as long as I had dreams and was willing to surrender them, they would be fulfilled. God has given me these passions because they are also His passions. He is using all of us to carry His passions through the earth. Somewhere in the many perspective-changing lectures, I was introduced to a YWAM school where the students went throughout the world and assisted in the birth of babies. Then, as I was in D.R.C., I actually had the chance to work with pregnant women and connect with them in this delicate point in their life. Not only was I learning about birthing and the challenges of newborns, but also the mistreatment of women and the rate of rape in Sub-Saharan Africa. These facts and experiences fanned the flame and peaked my interest in this “midwifery school” someone had mentioned to me.
I returned home a bit over a year ago, and this school, which I now know is the Birth Attendant School (BAS), has never left my thoughts. It is offered only at the Perth YWAM base in Australia. It consists of a 12-week lecture phase; another 12-week lecture phase and then two 12-week field assignments. After I learned more about the actual topics of the school and that is exists to establish mother and child health clinics while reaching women through prayer and their pregnancy, I was ready to apply. The past year has been spent praying over this school and in March I received my acceptance.
My estimated budget for the next year is $10,000. Between flights, living expenses and school expenses, the dollars add up. To ask for your financial support, as humbling as it is, is one of the most adventurous things I have done yet. At this point, my next year is completely in the hands of God. God has laid out the steps for me to go to Australia. He provided a job for me this past year, He provided a flight, and has provided a church that is behind me and committed to supporting me with prayer and financially.
I have been reading a book recently, talking about why missionaries need to ask for money and what would happen if we just instantly got a check from Microsoft for the exact amount that we needed. The author talks about the relationship that is built between two people when one person is entrusted with the other’s earnings. No longer are they just friends, but they have built a new bond, you begin to pray for them differently, you want to update them, you know that you are supported by them and they want to see you deliver the word of God to the lost. Through this connection, prayer becomes habitual and the body of Christ is built up. All in all, God is glorified. Since Australia is where God has the next chapter of my life planned out, I believe, someway, somehow, the financial support will be provided. I believe going away is not just about midwifery training, but learning and growing in faith, depending on God for my daily bread, and this money thing is the first part.
Although money will play a role in my time away, prayer is what it is all about. More than any amount of money, I covet your prayers. It is through prayer that the world begins to change. Prayer is where it all starts. As Charles Bent stated, “The real end of prayer is not so much to get this or that single desire granted, as to put human life into full and joyful conformity with the will of God.” We must become weak so He can become our strength.
I will be leaving for Australia on the second of July. It is approaching rapidly! If you want to commit to be a partner in prayer, please email me with your commitment. If you want to commit to be a financial supporter, you can email me with your commitment or you can send your one time donation to my home address. There are more specifics in the margin.
Thank you for the time spent in reading this letter. I am so thankful for the people that God has placed in my life, and excited that you are all here with me as I begin this next adventure! Please keep in contact!

Your friend,
Bekah Dinneen

i love my church.

friends. love. community. all of the above. to be part of northlake is something special.

my sister is married.

so i am awake. it is late. not ungodly late, but you could say it is getting there. what is the point of a blog? well i am home, so it is not to keep in contact with people. and with this reasoning, i can make my blog be whatever i want. afterall, a "blank piece of paper" is a blank canvas.

this late night deep thinking is strange. it is peaceful and necessary. it reminds me of working my 13 hour shifts. when i was awake nearly 24 hours, and those last four hours i lost control. my thoughts were off the wall. my feet were begging me for sleep, my homework was screaming to be done, residents were ringing for bum-changes and my head, mein kopf, my thoughts, they were in my pituitary gland.

when i begin to think deeply, or when i am awake too many hours in a row, i begin to clench my jaws. after my shifts i could almost count on driving home, rubbing my mandible, wondering "why do i do this?".

and so world, this is my blood. it's red, just like yours.

FYI

I have been waiting weeks and weeks to hear about the Birthing Attendant School with YWAM Perth. TODAY, I got an email noting my acceptance! YAY! (I just did a cartwheel)

if you want some more info check out http://www.ywamperth.org.au

peacers!

last post: april 27

tehehe...

it is technically already midnight since tonight we spring forward to standard time. and lucky me, i work at a job that keeps me on my toes and coming home and going to sleep immediately is not always an option...oh sarcasm, but really, i love my job...

i like this blogging thing, and i always forget how much i like it until i start another post...

update on me since april 27th: best part first: my sister is getting married in seven weeks to an incredible guy. and as long as we are on this topic, i will take credit for the first date they went on. anyway, this is slightly crazy because not only will her last name change, but her residence is no longer going to be across the hall...and never will be again...i don't know what to think about this. ch-ch-ch-changes...it makes me want to sing a song.

australia is in the radar recently. i have applied for the birthing attendant school at ywam perth. exhilarating. i am in limbo waiting for a response...

oh dear, this is a positively lame post, but i like the feeling of posting my thoughts for who knows who to read...

it would be a good idea if i atleast tried to sleep. so much for the update...wa wa waaaa...(thank you debbie downer)

guten nacht all!

what? everyone speaks english here?

After 16 flights, 8 countries and a bit over seven months...I am home.

Today was a wonderful day, filled with adorable 16 month olds named Claire and Elsie, much awaited conversations and unlimited free food.

I am thankful to be home and look forward to the excitement of reconnecting with those of you I have yet to see.

Soon I will post pictures and final outreach commentary...Thank you to the readers, I know it must have gotten boring sometimes! You guys are the best.

london is warm.

Once again, I am realizing how good I am at not keeping people updated. However, this is my first chance to really update my blog while traveling the many countries of Europe, so please have patience with me.

Right now I am sitting in the suburbs of London, writing to all of you at home about the warm weather that has surprised me. I was prepared to be all sorts of bundled up here, and now I have been wearing flip flops the past two days...hmmm...

Anyways, I don't have much time left. But I wanted to let you all know that I am alive, Molly and Charlie are alive, and in less than two weeks, one week and 2 days in fact, I will be setting foot on United States territory. The idea of that is perpetually dancing in my head, but I am excited to see what it is like.

I feel like there is so much that I have missed and I have so much to say, that the first week at home is going to be nothing short of overwhelming. But with all the unsureness in holds, I am still excited to face it. Love you all and I WILL SEE YOU SOON!

Bek

update....

If you haven't heard already (because somehow news travels extremelly fast), Bek and some of her team memebers were hospitalized and treated with malaria last week. Bek is now doing okay, just recovering and resting. Please pray for their continued safety and now healing as their trip is just about done.

Email from Bekah wekah

Bek wanted me to get all of you up to date on where she is at, what she is doing, how the team is. This is a bit of what she sent in an email. She seems to be doing great, loving where she is at, yet always willing to learn and allowing God to change her. Please continue to pray for her and the team...

Beks email:
This week my team spent three days working in the hospital. I spent a couple days working in the maternity "ward". THe babies are so small. 3 kilos is a big one. Hannah and I did it together, washing babies, weighing them, holding them...wow. It really got me thinking about longterm plans. I know how I want to be a nurse, labor and delivery, and I feel a called to Africa. My heart really is here. I see all the things that could be changed and the things I could learn from them but most of all the need for proper care. They are so shorthanded. One of the days I was in the Lab working with blood tests and such. One lady, all by herself. She asked me if I would draw the blood for her...feeling a little untrained I turned down the opportunity, but that is just an example of how big the need is for workers and willing hearts. All I can do is trust God that He will open the right doors and I will follow where He leads.

The other couple days we went to schools and did assemblies (skits, songs...). The people, oh the people. They take such good care of us, so hospitable.

I am really feeling challenged. I see where I am weak and what I need to change. each day is full of new suprises and experiences.

Message from Bek's team...

Uganda/DR Congo YWAM Herrnhut Outreach Update
January 22, 2007
Bunia - Ituri Region, DRC

We have recently flown into Bunia, DRC, the main city in the northeast of Congo where the fighting originally began in 1998. We flew the 30 minute Mission Aviation Fellowship (MAF) flight from Aru, a small, but thriving border town just 20KM away from its sister city in Uganda, Arua. We have spent the last two weeks working with YWAM Uganda, specifically the Arua branch in the northwest corner of Uganda. We were ministering in a primarily Sudanese refugee camp named, "Rhino Camp", numbering around 30,000 refugees. Many of the people under 20 were born in Uganda and do not know anything besides Rhino Camp, but are still certain that their homes are waiting for them in southern Sudan as soon as the UN sends them back. Despite the poor conditions, including no vegetables, no fruit, occasional meat, 100+ degree heat, and dusty "smoke water" for ten days, we were able to have ministry that united denominations, criticized religious, half-truths, brought drunks to Jesus, believers to repentance and recruited, challenged and encouraged believers to a more full trust of our Lord and Savior, Jesus.

We have now begun to fulfill the primary purpose of our trip, time in the war-torn regions of the Democratic Republic of Congo. We have found a beautiful base camp in Bunia, with CECA 20, the French speaking church begun by the African Inland Mission around 1918. We live across the street from the Congolese equivalent of the CIA, who has already attempted to make us pay "taxes", but thanks to our watchful pastors and the guidance of a German missionary who has lived and worked in Congo more than 26 years, their plans did not succeed.

However, not all of our neighbors are against us. We also find ourselves perfectly placed near an ex-child soldier rehabilitation center, where the kids get a chance to learn a new trade, a trade to replace their past profession. All we had to do was ask and we found another organization that will be perfect for ministry. There is a center for young women who have innocently and foolishly suffered in the wake of unleashed violence in this region and now find themselves young, untrained mothers, hopelessly alone in the world. No one is safe, except those with authority. Both police and rebel soldiers are to blame. Only last night, Adam, our youngest team member at 17, threw a football with a 15 year-old boy who not only showed Adam the scar on his head from a bullet, but let him also feel it with his fingertips. We know our Father has plans for this boy.

Every person we meet everyday, in every place, every face, every waving hand, every sparkling set of dark eyes and every smiling mouth has seen, tasted or been touched by this terrible violence in the last decade. The pain is still seen as we drive through the city and see the remaining bullet holes in the one-story, tin roofed, concrete buildings. The roads show the wear and tear of war-torn countries we occasionally glance over in the evening news. Little known to us, the holocaust of the Nazis and the Gulag's of the Soviets are still occuring all over the world. In this region alone, the Ituri region, more than an estimated 3 million were killed between '98 and '03.

Today as we sat with the local church leaders in Bunia, we discussed our involvement in open-air evangelistic events, youth camps, prison visits, radio ministry, internal refugee aid, counseling, healthcare, teaching, training and equipping of the church with YWAM's discipleship methods. The opportunity is so plentiful, if only there were more willing people! Even the weakest in faith and the most stupid of believers would be strong, intelligent and wise here!

We are excited and fulfilled to see why our Lord has directed our steps here and what He has prepared for us. We have already seen Him teach us new things we never could have imagined without making this trip. We have seen our borders and limits pressed beyond what we knew was possible. He alone is wise, faithful and trustworthy!

Please pray for God's mighty Spirit to work in us and be in our relationships. Please pray that we will be able to completely surrender to His plans for us. Please pray for love, trust, faith, obedience, sincerity and of course, more and more love to rest in our hearts and words.

We need Bibles and discipleship materials for the thousands of Arabic speaking Sudanese believers in Rhino camp and supporters willing to help begin a farming project. The project will specifically aid the church in their difficult situation (The food ration from the UN is 8KG/month, which is enough for one adult. Many families are attempting to stay nourished on this ration.) as well as employ those who specifically wish to run forwards with Jesus and attend a Discipleship Training School (DTS, costing ~$300).

Quick update from Bek...

hallo alles-
here I am in Arua, uganda. My team has been here for almost 3 weeks, and it seems hard to believe that this is only the beginning.

These past 10 days we were in Rhino Camp, a Sudanese Refugee Camp about 2 hours out of Arua. I experienced many firsts there and will never forget the time.

We spent the first five days going to different parts of the camp meeting the people, sharing about our lives with them and more importantly hearing about their lives. Most of the people are from Southern Sudan, which is "Christian", but they are in dire need of discipleship. They have lived a life, I don't think anyone in the west could imagine. The last 5 days we put together a seminar for the people to accomodate their need for discipleship. They are so hungry for the word of God. The whole time was a very unique opportunity and we as a team were really challenged.

I don't know what to share with you, I haven't quite processed it all myself...

The heat was like nothing I have ever experienced in the month of January! It was normally 100 degrees in the room we were sleeping, and 85 degrees at night. In the sun from 12-5, it was probably 105 degrees. Heat definitely makes things more difficult. I have never done ministry in conditions like that or for 9 days straight.

These next couple days we are staying in Arua and then on Monday flying to Congo for 7 weeks!

Thank you for your prayer and support. I love you all!! I will update next when I can!


I LOVE YOU MOLLY! THANK YOU!

Bek

Message from Bek...

Dear friends...family...supporters...all other people that Bekah knows...whoever you are...Bekah seems to know a lot of people, this is Molly, Bek's sister, I now have control of her blog...hehe. She wanted me to just let you all know that she has arrived safely in Uganda. I will paste her message below, so that you can get the full "Bekah" affect, "Office" quotes and all...

i am sitting at an internet cafe in kampala, uganda. i have made it safely here and most of our team can say the same. we got separated from ryan and jonathon (leader) at our layover in cairo. they missed the flight and will be coming into entebbe tomorrow. it has been interesting and odd without them but soon we will all be reunuited! as michael scott would say `this is the worst` (clench lip...season 3). haha. anyways, we are staying in a school in a village near our contact. michael and his family have been incredibly hospitable and caring for all our needs. on sunday we will take the bus to arua and stay there for two weeks.

That's all for now, keep checking back for more messages and updates! Thanks so much for your prayers and thoughts...
Molly

12 hours til take off

I want to thank all of you for your fervent prayer. It is crazy to look back to October when God first spoke to us about going to Congo and now we are leaving...hard to believe in 12 hours, my team will be on our way to Uganda.

Go God. Man He has lead the planning of this trip and know that He will continue...Before Christmas break we were 7000 euros short, now we need $2000 US. That is definitely closing the gap!!! I can't process the fact that I am going to Africa. Haha.

So anyways, we will be in Kampala for 6 days, and then the YWAM base in Arua which is more Northern Uganda. There we will work on the projects that have already been started there. From Uganda we will continue to DR Congo. It's pretty exciting because we get the chance to have a Mission Aviation private pilot take us. Once we get there, then we will meet our contact in the Northeast of Congo. We are going to work within a church, but still have yet to have any direction to exactly what will be happening...

I will update you as much as I can. I don't know how much time or resources will be available, but as Jan says "It is not always possible to rely on the Holy Spirit for prayer requests, so please, keep in contact". With that in mind I will try to let you know how God is rocking Africa.

I sent prayer cards to my family. There are 50 of them and it would be great to have all of you at home consistently praying for the team! Just ask and I'm sure the family will have a spare one!

Until next time...

Love you all!