I want to share a wonderful testimony with you…. May this bless you as you walk out your path of service.
God is wanting to bless those who listen and obey with out delay.

The house I’m renting came furnished, but the bed was quite a challenge. I’m use to sleeping on firm beds and this one was so “soft” and had no support it was bothering my back. I was so stiff in the morning. Sleeping on the floor was not working either. I had lifted it up to the Lord in prayer about a mattress… Making my request known unto Him.

Yesterday, I had just got done ministering in the valley~ how Wonderful it was walking across streams, down little foot paths, looking up at the lush volcanic mountains(?), thinking am I dreaming or am I really here. Thanking the Lord that I’ve been given the honor to do the work of the ministry. I looked at Jordan, barefooted, trekking through the “forest” ahead of me, and saw the tender heart and pure desire to let all know the truth. It is precious. I had told the Lord if this is my thorn in the side, being bothered by not having a firm matress, I’ll press through. And then, I got the following e-mail…. (I still cry when I read it…. God is good all the time.)

Hi – I don’t have much time to write right now, I am just sitting down to dinner, but the Lord laid it on my heart to purchase a (firm) mattress for you. Please let me know how much it costs and how to get the money to you.

Thank you Lord for meeting all or our needs!!!!!

We have a bus ride 30 or so minutes up into the valley to Waicoba, so I’m believing that that will be enough time of rest for me. The sun and heat is taking a toll on me, as I’m really not use to it. Jordan has renamed me “Miss Lali”, (means red/pink).

We take a break in the shade so I can rest for a bit as we wait for the bus. My prayers are for the Lord to protect me. The sunscreen comes off quicker than I can apply it. The Holy Ghost reveals to me a scripture where the sun can not smite me… Ps 121:6. I never knew there was a anti-sunburn verse. Thank you Lord for my protection from the elements!

Praise the Lord, the ride is enough to cool me down and calm my insides as I pray in the Spirit looking out at the valley. The volcanic mountains are lush green and have a mist arising out of the valley. It is a sight to see. My mind is wondering back to the missionary books that talk about the interior of Papua New Guinea. Am I really the one walking through the “tropical rain forest?” It is an honor and gracious privilege to be entrusted with brining truth to those who have not heard before.

We start the trek back and will be ministering at houses along the return path.

The second stop is the house of Indra, a recent widow, who has one of her sons staying with her. As we approach each place, Jordan explains a bit about the family. Whether or not they are related, know Jesus, are hindu or muslim. It is sweet and again shows more of his heart of compassion. Indra is a Methodist and really needs encouragement. During the break, Jordan worked at one of the lemon groves to earn money. He stayed with Indra as at that time, her husband just transitioned to heaven and her sons were away. We sit in an area that Jordan tells me that he prayed every night. It is a sweet presence. We visit for awhile and then pray with Indra and her son Jullian to be saved and filled. Glory to God.

We continue back crossing the streams, through the “woods”, we take a diversion off the path to cross the stream in a different place to go to one house. It is such a sweet walk through the valley. It is precious to see how the Holy Spirit leads and guides Jordan through our “adventure”. We “happen” upon a woman crossing the stream who readily receives the good news. Then proceed up to a house where one was awaiting for the precious gift of Jesus. As we approach, I still can’t help but marvel at the sensitivity of Jordan’s heart to making sure that these people that live, really, out in “the jungle/forest” hear the good news. I’m so touched. We have good conversation as we walk along the paths about the Lord and what He’s showing each of us.

I can’t help but think of the old time missionaries as we make this journey. Jordan, takes off his shoes as we walk. The souls of his feet are “tough” and can handle the rocky road. My feet, as he says, are just a bit too tender. Ah, yes, indeed they are. We walk down the stony roads, if that’s what you call them, through streams, some up to my knees. We forego the ones that were waist deep~ for now Jordan says as he smiles. This really seems more like a “novel” that I’m reading from the past, than something I’m actually doing.

Praise the Lord. It is a beautiful trek to his grandmother’s house. Jordan shares with me that for most of his life, this is he path he walked to get to the main road to catch the bus to school. Everyday ~ this was the walk. A 4×4 might be able to make it all the way back here. But definitely no cars. His grandmother is not at home, but his aunt is in. I think about his grandmother making the trek into “town”. Wow. After a visit with his aunt we pray with her and head out to minister to the surrounding area.

After a full day of ministring, Jordan says let’s go to the Tambua Sand Dunes which is right next to the village.
I agree and as we approach the dunes, my eyes grow big!!

OH MY Gosh! I’m thinking at the end of a hot day, I’m in a skirt and I’m going to “hike” the dunes… Up is a steep climb and a total workout. It is a site to behold. I feel like I’m in the Sahara desert! No kidding! This was rolling sand. I’ve never seen something like it before. On the other side of the dunes is the ocean. Rina and I sit and talk about various things. We watch the waves roll in. It is a really rough sea so the waves are big. Then on top of it, I say, when the name of Jesus is mentioned, they roll even more! HUGE waves. Praise the Lord. We sit for awhile talking about Jesus and watching the Ocean roar. It is a gift from the Lord to see this beautiful sight. I’m bummed that I did not bring my camera. Jordan says I’ll just have to come back. I think so….

Going down is another unique experience as you “ski” down the steep part of the dunes. Fun…. still I’m in a skirt…..