Last Sabbath we enjoyed participating in the world wide "Hope Impact" literature distribution program for the second year in a row. As always, we were amazed at how many people were so open to taking the tracts. As the mass of red and white-shirted church members made their way through the market, we observed people sitting on the side of the road or in their stores or tricycles pouring over the small magazines. On the back was written the local phone numbers, radio and TV stations where the people could learn more.

Our fellow missionary friends (working in Mayoyao) shared with us that most of their interests and friendships in the community have come from tracts we gave in previous medical missions in their area which had their phone numbers on the back! They said people text or call them frequently asking for a visit or advice on medical problems. In this way, through medical missionary work, they are gaining the people's love and respect.

Please pray for the mountain people of Mayoyao and all the towns and villages scattered throughout the Philippines that are longing and waiting for the hope of the Good News! Pray that God will open doors to reach them in the short time they have left. Jesus is coming again soon!

Thank you for your prayers and support for this ministry!

We'll let the pictures tell you the rest: More medical missions, two powerful typhoons in one week, continued hangar construction etc. Thanks for your prayers for the helicopter in Palawan that needs new blades. We are looking into some promising possibilities! Keep praying!

We ask for your prayers and support for the hangar construction which is now at the point where we are ready for the shipping containers which will make the walls of the hangar and living quarters. We will also need a 10kva generator to power the welder for making the trusses and other parts of the construction. Please pray that God will provide these and other needed items so the construction can continue!

If you'd like to help, just click the "HELP" tab at the top of this website. Thank you for your gifts!

Missionary Minnie greets a patient at the couseling-literature booth at a medical mission in Mayoyao

Hangar complex foundation

Dwayne and nurse volunteers helping with a recent medical mission we were asked to hold during evangelistice meetings in a nearby town

Stuck in the muck at our project

After first storm Dwayne cut branches off the falling tamarind tree in front of our house

Dwayne and Wendy on a survey trip in the mountains of Luzon

Misionary Ellen helping her daddy tell the story in our neighborhood branch sabbath school

We just finished another whirlwind of a month starting with a couple trips up to Pagudpud (in the north) to help finish a couple churches for a friend and then pouring the cement pad for the hangar while getting ready for another group that arrived Sept. 1. We just came back from leading them on a trip for 10 days doing medical missions up in the mountain provinces. We had as many as 22 volunteers at one point of the trip! What a job, but what a blessing, as usual!

The Team
God provided a great group of volunteers once again for this big endeavor. Dr. Norbert's group from the States came with some regulars: David, an experienced nurse from Loma Linda, and Dr. Ray, 83 year old OB/GYN, and Howard, a healthy 81 year old! We also appreciated the help again of Gigi and Mariss who pulled over 100 teeth at each site and Dr. Peachy from Manila who blessed us again with her help and sweet smile! We also enjoyed having two girls from Sweden who came to volunteer for a few months. Danny Henson, our missionary overseeing the project in Palawan, also came to help, along with many invaluable L.I.G.H.T. missionaries (Medical Missionaries) including our own dear Briane and Joy Lupkey, Joe Burce, Ciprian (we nick named him "Chip" (from Romania/Germany), and many others! We appreciate them all very much!

Hungry people
We were amazed once again at how open the people are in these areas to not only health education but the Good News of the Gospel! They are hungry and waiting for someone to come in practically every town or village in this country! What an opportunity! If only we could reach all these hungry people. Our compassionate missionaries were able to talk and pray with every patient once again, and give them literature before seeing the doctor.

Faith Camp WVA
After a nice weekend at AIIAS with my parents, we went straight to Iloilo (another island) for another blessed time at Faith Camp at West Visayan Academy. We led a break-out session in the afternoons for those interested in medical-aviation and also told several testimonies throughout the 3 days of the campmeeting. We had fun camping this time, even through the torrential rains, which made for quite a commotion in the night and some good memories

Here is Dwayne's update on the airbase and stories of how God has been providing for it:

That's it for now! Please continue to pray for a new helicopter and new blades for our helicopter in Palawan.  Enjoy the latest video made by our helicopter pilot, Andriy. The Palawan and Luzon teams continue to reach out, with God's help, to remote villages, even without the air support at this moment. Thank you for your important part in this mission through your prayers and support.
Jesus is coming soon!

We have been waiting on a lot of things lately, much to Dwayne's frustration, and this includes internet. They have been promising to come and install internet in our house for the last two weeks. We hope next week it will finally happen. In the meantime we have been wandering our neighborhood trying to search for some wireless waves to borrow so we can make important phone calls at odd hours and check bank accounts etc.

I have been enjoying the waiting time, as I've also been working on getting this house to a more livable state, packing some of the owners things in boxes to put in storage and doing lots of cleaning and organizing. Dwayne is helping me start a small garden, which is fun too. I've also been learning to cook with some new foods, one burner, and no oven etc. (But it's been fun. We actually have a lot more available here food wise then we had in Palawan).

Medical opportunities
Last Sabbath we helped with a medical mission at a nearby prison. The hospital church goes there every Sabbath afternoon. They seemed happy for our help. Another thing that will keep me busy for awhile is working on a little medical handbook that I can share with our missionaries and those I come in contact with who are interested in medical missions. It will just be something basic that I can use as I share with people what I've learned through the years. I do not feel like an expert, but I can see how sharing some of my experience could help people get started.

Trip to Pagudpud
For example, we just came back from a trip up to the northern tip of Luzon where we visited another mission and their 5 new SM's who are struggling with how to take care of patients. The doctor that was supposed to be with them wasn't able to come (and they are not even nurses). I shared with them a few tips in our short visit but realized they could use some simple training and resources just to be able to do the basics. Some of the doctors from the Cagayan Valley Adventist Hospital (close to us here) go up there now and then so I offered to ride with them when I can and continue to help the SM's and the clinic there.

Books needed
I also see a huge need in Mindanao where the famous SULADS student missionaries from Mountain View College (MVC) work all throughout the mountains with schools for the remote indigenous people. At this point they do very little with the medical needs because they have not been trained and have very little resources. There is a 2 book series called the "Village Medical Manual" that has been my favorite throughout the years that I think would be so helpful for all missionaries out here. It is very comprehensive and it's written for people with and without medical training. I have given a few sets to missionaries now and then, but lately we decided we really need to get a whole box shipped out here to share and teach from everywhere we go. We would also like to get a bunch of  "Where There is No Doctor" books which is even more basic. It's good for training local health workers and it uses more natural remedies.

Expanding into Mindanao!
A few weeks ago we were able to attend the Faith Camp Luzon and Faith Camp Mindanao. a very encouraging, motivating, and spiritually uplifting camp meeting type program focusing on faith and missions. One of the main speakers was David Gates and we saw how God provided this opportunity for us to spend time with him especially in Mindanao as we made some real progress on plans to expand to that region soon also (near MVC).

Ready and waiting for helicopters
As soon as we can get another helicopter pilot here in Luzon and some construction workers to oversee the building of this airbase, we can move forward with the Mindanao project. There is a huge need for a helicopter there as well. With the 32 schools and 3 high schools (run by the SULADS) scattered all over the mountains (some taking 2+ days to hike into) we could keep busy just supporting them with supplies, medical and missionary transport. But then you add theology students from MVC that could be flown out on the weekends to the many remote areas begging for help or nursing students that could fly out to other areas and provide medical relief--the opportunities are endless. We talked to many people while we were in Mindanao and we see how this place is just waiting and so ready for a helicopter to help speed the gospel to go throughout the vast mountains.

Exciting things are in the works, as God seems to be opening doors for His work to move forward! We hope to be able to share with you more exciting progress in the near future. And we ask you and thank you for your faithful prayers for this ministry. We know that God will continue to provide in his way and in his timing for this work and we thank you so much, all of you who have been a part of it by your prayers and support.

Kiana with some friends

I just want to say before you read this that it's because of prayers from you back home that we make it through days like this.  I want to thank all of you that pray for us out here and to tell you please keep it up.  It is one of the biggest blessing of our lives here.

Some days are like that:

Tuesday, August 24^th

The days had been full and finally today we had a few minutes to organize and ready the hut we were moving into.  Joha was cleaning some storage barrels and I was about to head to class for the afternoon high school session when I saw them walking up to the clinic.

A family of four, Mom, Dad, 9 year old son and a bundle in mom’s arms that appeared to be a small baby.  Mom was tired, hot, and obviously not feeling very well but when I took a look at the baby it was she that I most worried about.  I asked her age, two years and five months and not more than a small pathetic lump in her mother’s arms.  Her brown eyes and a face that looked aged looked up at me as if to say, “I need help”.  Her body was hot though she had little to no fat to speak of.  I told Joha that she looked pretty bad and definitely (even from an untrained eye) starving.  I said a little prayer and went to class leaving Joha to talk to the patients and knowing she was in for a handful.

A little while later Joha comes to tell us that Dwayne’s Helicopter (from a sister GMI project) will be coming soon to get the little girl and her father and brother.  The mom would hopefully be able to follow on a later trip.  Joha said, “She’s very sick and there’s no way I can even begin to get an IV in her.”  We said another prayer and watched a little while later as Dwayne carried off the three family members.  That afternoon I returned to the clinic to visit Joha and the mother, Nulita.

Nulita smiled, though obviously not feeling well, and said good afternoon.  She was very meek and shy, but very sweet and gracious.  She was not able to go out on a different flight so she would spend the night in the clinic.  We gave her some food, which she ate little of and Joha gave her medicine for Malaria.  Her fever was running about 39*C since she arrived.  Nobody here likes to spend the night by themselves and I felt sympathy for her knowing that she was all alone and probably worried about her child.  We told her we were right next door and to call if she needs anything.

That night was team meeting….we got to bed late.

Text message from Wendy (Dwayne’s wife, a nurse who used to work on this project): “It’s a good thing the baby is down here.  She has severe malnutrition, severe pneumonia, severe dehydration, and probably Malaria. She’s on oxygen right now and needs serious prayer.”

Wednesday, August 25

The morning dawned with chickens as usual and I ran to class.  “Today” I said, “I would move some stuff and plan curriculum.”  But when I came back from teaching in the morning and rounded the corner I stopped.  “Is it Sunday,” I thought.  The clinic porch was full of people.  It’s normal for Wednesdays to be a little busier but this was ridiculous.  I shook my head feeling sorry for Joha all by herself and ran to the new house to see if there was anything I could do to start moving in.  Joha followed me inside and we found Kuya building a shelf.  “You guys need to pray with me,” she said.

She explained that she was feeling overwhelmed with the days events.   “The baby girl died last night in the hospital and Mom has no idea.  They are bringing the body later and Father requested that he be the one to tell her.  Mom didn’t take her medicine as directed and is still hot, the clinic is teeming with people, many of which have been sick for a long time and are only now coming for help.  Parents are being uncooperative and irresponsible with giving medicine to their kids and besides that they just carried in another inpatient.  A very old lady, (Mother of five generations) from across the island. ”  Joha asked that we would pray for her to find love for her patients and keep her cool and be gentle when she rebukes for taking so long to come.  “They don’t understand, a baby just died because they waited too long to bring her…”

We prayed asking God for a portion of his love for the people and that somehow the death of this child would work out to His glory.  We prayed that the people on the porch would be able to recognize God’s love in our works and that He would be magnified.   After the prayer I told Joha that if she needed me to do anything I would do it.  She asked if I would help with some of the patients.   I did what I could, helping Joha as best I knew, and the patients were one by one taken care of and left.  Meanwhile a few of the school boys quietly came and got shovels to dig a grave up the hill out of sight from the mother.  No time for lunch, I ran to the school.  It was last exam day for the high school students and I didn’t want to be late.  I’d eat later.

3:30PM – I was just starting the students on their English exam when I hear Joha on the radio.  “Kilo Bravo, Kilo Bravo….I need your help.”  Nulita’s husband decided it would be best for someone else to tell his wife gently so that she wouldn’t be shocked with the news as soon as they arrived with the body.  Wendy texted us and told us, we should tell her as soon as possible because the helicopter was preparing to come back in.  Joha asked if I would help break the news since she had no other family or support around for her.  I told her I would and headed to the clinic praying God would give me words to say.

Nulita was in her room, still fevering.  “I keep giving her medicine and her fever just won’t go down,” Joha was perplexed.  She smiled up at us and we greeted her.  We talked a little bit about how she was feeling and she answered sweetly, smiling all the time, though with high fever for so long she had to be miserable.  Then we talked to her about the Father God who created everything and who has strength to heal all sickness.  She smiled some more and nodded agreeing.  We told her that He alone could take away sickness and that he would work through the medicine to make her well.  “Yes, true,” she agreed.  We told her we’d like to pray with her and ask for God to be with her and make her well.  She said she would like that, so searching for the right Pelawan words I asked God to be near her, to comfort her, to heal her and to help her to understand the greatness of His love for her.  That she would be held in His arms and be blessed as His child.  She smiled as we finished and I told her that she can leave everything to Him.   And then I had to tell her, as gently as possible, for how does news like this ever feel like anything besides a ton of bricks, “Your daughter is no more.”

We held her as she sobbed until she asked us to leave and said she was going to sleep.  We told her the helicopter would be here soon with her husband and son.  Walking outside we noticed a group gathering outside.  By now word had gotten around and people came to watch the burial.  We heard the helicopter land down the mountain a ways and waited for them to arrive.  I wanted to know what the husband would do to comfort his wife.  Pelawan culture is not very affectionate, let alone in public and often times husbands and wives barely speak to eachother.  But this Nulita’s husband had seemed considerate, by the way he helped her walk to the clinic and by the way he asked for no one to tell her but himself.  She certainly needed comfort just then.

They rounded the curve, someone carrying the body wrapped in a cardboard box and a tadyung (traditional cloth they use for everything), and stopped looking at the clinic.  The husband sent someone to ask if his wife wanted to see the body.  We told him that he should come in and speak with her.  He went into her room and spoke to her, “Sweetheart,” he said, “do you want to come look?”  Again she began sobbing and he held out his finger and she held it, the extent of display of affection that culture that they felt comfortable with.  He spoke to her some more, calling her sweetheart, and I strained to listen but didn’t understand everything.   “It’s not your fault,” he said, “It was the sickness.”  Finally, he convinced her to come to see the body.  He walked out with her, holding her arm until they reached the place where someone held her tiny child who, until yesterday, she had never been separated from.

The father began to speak to the spirit of the child, introducing it to her mother and telling her that she used to drink from her breast and that she took care of her while she was alive.  He then asked someone bring a cup with a little cooked rice, he held it out to Nulita who lifted her shirt and he explained to everyone watching that it was their custom to bury a child with it’s mother’s milk.  Nulita squirted some breast milk into the cup and sat slumped down as father brought the cup and the baby, and anyone who wanted to follow, to the burial site already prepared.

At the site, the father again spoke to the spirit of his dead child.  He asked the spirit not to torment them or to haunt them in the days to come.  He exhorted the spirit to go on to heaven quickly and not linger and frighten them.  He reminded the spirit that they were good parents to it when she was alive and presented the breast milk and the rice as though as a peace offering or bargaining chip.  “We provided for all of your needs in life,” he said.  “And look, we are preparing for your needs in death too.”  After the prayer, the father asked Napthali, who was also at the grave site, to pray as well.  Napthali prayed his prayer to Father God in heaven asking his blessing on the family that their grief be not long.  He was sure to mention that death was like a sleep and that no conscious spirit of the child was floating around trying to scare her parents.  He mentioned the hope of those who followed God, that they would see Jesus again in the final resurrection.  Two very different prayers for two very different beliefs.

As Joha and I waited with Nulita for them to return clouds gathered overhead and it began to sprinkle lightly.  It seemed appropriate given the circumstances.   We listened to the dirt fall loud on the cardboard the little girl was wrapped in and Joha rubbed Nulita’s back.  I stood nearby wondering how much comfort strangers could be.

Later – Everyone returned to the clinic and Mom and Dad thanked everyone present by shaking their hands for their support.  I sat on the steps of the clinic and tried to look disinterested and Husband and Wife and Son spoke to eachother about their experiences during the last 24 hours.  They seemed at least happy to be reunited.  Mom was still hot, so Joha gave her Fansidar (which normally accompanies Malaria medicine but cannot be given to nursing women)

Then Dad asked me if it might be possible for his wife to speak with the other inpatient (the old woman) because she thought they were related to each other.  I thought it curious since that had been in the same place  all day and still had not spoken to each other.  I told him it was perfectly fine and as he got up to go into the clinic, he suddenly stopped and said “Oh, no I can’t.”  As he sat down I, confused, tried to tell him that it was fine, for him to just go on in and speak to her.  He answered me, “no, I can’t I just heard a voice.”  He explained that God had spoken to a bird which at that very moment had spoken to him telling him that because of the sicknesses of the two ladies and because of their sins, they could not speak to eachother.  “Some other day,” he said.  I wondered if he realized that the lady come a quite a long way to the clinic and would probably never make it there again.  The Dad saw my confusion and graciously continued explaining in words I’d never heard.  I further wondered if I would ever really understand the language or the culture.

Still Later – I cooked a quick pot of lentils for supper, none of us having eaten since breakfast, when they rang the bell for prayer meeting.   Food would have to wait until after.

Prayer meeting is a blessing.  But sometimes, when you’re hungry, and tired, it can seem long.  8:15PM, prayer meeting finished, we are walking back to our house after saying our goodbyes  to those that came.  The moon is bright and I’m looking forward to eating and sleeping.   “Tomorrow,” I thought, “we’ll move.”  Joha told us that she was just going to check on Nulita’s temperature.

A few minutes later Joha calls Carrine and I telling us to come quick that she needs us to help.  I asked what was up.

“Well, you know, I was sitting in prayer meeting earlier thinking, all we’d need is for Mom to go crazy after all this.”  Joha’s voice sounded a bit urgent .  “And, well, she has.”

News like that in the mountains is not taken lightly.  There are only two reasons for someone to go crazy: Physical and Spiritual.  And the latter one is almost more likely and more usual than the first.  Probably because of past experiences and because I knew Joha was serious, my heart caught in my chest.  We sent word for Kuya Napthali to come and we headed right away to the clinic where we found Dad outside her room, shaking his head, “She’s never been like this, her mind has always been good.”  And then turning to Joha, “What did you give her earlier?”  Joha explained that the Fansidar could possibly be a factor but that it was likely the shock of the day coupled with the high fevers were contributors too.

We found Nulita on the floor in her room breathing very quickly and speaking random nonsensical sentences.  “It’s broken.”  “I’m dead, believe me, I’m dead.”  “I’m crazy.”  “Look at my hands.  Isn’t that nice?”  “Uh Oh, no more.”  She was moving around though not violently.  Turning her head from side to side and occasionally focusing right on someone’s face and try to explain how her throat was broken, etc.  She would not answer any questions asked or really seem to focus on anything.  We decided that it was probably not a Spiritual possession but mostly a physical reaction from everything going on.  She was hot again….or maybe still, so Joha gave her another shot of Paracetamol while looking for something she could find to give her to calm down.   We all sat with her, and amidst her random words we prayed with her and sang with her.  We tried to speak with her, but she would not focus on anything.

Joha finally decided to give Diazapam to calm her down knowing that it was a risk.  The medicine could make her calm, it could make her worse.  And many times, if the situation is spiritual, medicine makes it worse.   Nulita’s husband came in while Joha gave her a shot and told us that he needed to go to sleep.  He had a horrible headache after spending all night in the morgue with his daughter’s body.  (He also had Malaria)  He told us he’d get up in a little while but that he just needed to sleep a bit.  I felt for the man, he had been through so much.  He didn’t have the strength to deal with a crazy wife too.  His family needed him to be strong.  We told him that it was OK but that he should try talking to her first.  Kuya explained how her mind was having a hard time focusing and that she just needed to train her mind to focus on something.  The man agreed, though explained he didn’t think it had worked because he had tried speaking to her earlier.  We urged him to try again so he knelt down next to his wife and said, “Sweetheart, stop saying those things.  You’re not making any sense.  Stop.  Tell me, do you know who I am?”  At the sound of his voice Nurlita turned her head to face him.  Her crazy words were now directed to him.  Her husband waited for her to answer him and she just kept repeating gibberish.  He shrugged and said, “see, it’s not working, she doesn’t know me.”  We pushed him to continue.  “Keep trying,” we said.  “Ask her a question.”  A couple minutes passed.  We watched as she tossed her head from side to side and insisted that she was dead or that her throat was broken.

“Sweetheart, stop talking about your throat….stop saying that.  I asked you if you knew who I was.   Do you know who I am.”  As soon as he said that we heard her answer, “Yes, I know.”  We looked up, encouraged, but not sure if it was still part of her stupor or if she actually knew, he said, “Who am I then.  If you know me, who am I.”  Her head tossed.  He looked down sure she wouldn’t  answer.  “You’re my husband,” she cried reaching out her hand for his.  “That’s right,” the four of us said in unison and the husband took her hand and held it.  He kept asking her questions, and she, little by little responded to more of them.   Slowly, she quieted down.  Her respirations and heart rate came down a little, and soon she was able to ask us questions and tell us she was thirsty.  We let the husband go to sleep while we waited in her room for a long time, singing, and talking to her now in her right mind.

12:00 Midnight – We left the clinic, husband with his now lucid wife, and thanked God for his miracles.  The moon was beautiful and bright, tomorrow would be the school party and program, we would have visitors come from across the river, the Old Grandmother would be carried in a basket part of the way home but for now, feeling quite starved, we decide it’s time to eat.

The whole family had been sick and were not able to bring the baby right away. No doubt they also did not realize how serious she was. They finally stumbled down to the clinic after two weeks of being sick and that's when the dad and 9 year old son and baby were flown out to the hospital (the mom was too sick to go).

After a night in the morgue with the baby, the dad was amazingly calm and acknowledged God for His omniscience even through tragedy. As we waited for some dark clouds to pass so they could fly back in, I spent time talking with him. He thanked God and us for our help all through the years (they are frequent patrons to the clinic). They are not Christians but they have heard many things from the missionaries throughout the years. While we waited, the missionaries in Kamantian prepared a grave and broke the news gently to the mom, who didn't take it well. They prayed with her and tried to prepare her for the soon arrival of her dead baby. Sadly, when they arrived the mother went crazy (mentally). Please pray for them. They have 5 children left that need their mom. Please also pray as we try to educate the people here and teach them a Better Way.

On a brighter note, I will share with you a text message we received last Sabbath morning after making several medicine and food/supply runs to the missionaries scattered throughout the mountains the day before. The text is from Brian Glass, a brave missionary nurse working alone in the jungle a few hours hike from Kamantian:

"Thank you so much for the flights that were made yesterday and the medicine that was sent. The flights enabled 9 people to get the medicines that they needed for their Malaria yesterday. Alternatively they could have waited more than a week for the medicine to be carried in to Kamantian and then over to Emrang. Thank you very much and please let your supporters know what a blessing the helicopter is. Have a Happy Sabbath! Brian"

This warmed our hearts and we hope it will yours too, as you see a little of what your prayers and support are doing.

We have had a great few weeks visiting family and friends, going to Eric and Katie's wedding, Campeeting, Yellowstone, G.C. and GMI retreat. We have been spiritually blessed as well as socially and physically (with great weather and beautiful sights). Later this week we will go camping in Glacier National Park, which we're really looking forward to.

It has been so refreshing to be here and it will be sad to go back next week, but we are also looking forward to the exciting things God has planned for us in the next few months. In September we are looking forward to Dr. Norbert's medical team coming again to help us in Palawan. We also have 5 new missionaries joining us in the next couple months and of course a new project to get on the way!

Many of you have been anxious to hear how things are going with a second helicopter and we finally have some news to share. Soon after we got to the States, Dwayne talked with the owner of the MD500 in New Zealand (that we still have a small down payment on). We prayed that God would close the doors or show us His will and so we continue to be content as the doors have stayed open even as the deadlines passed without sufficient funds. The owner decided to put it back on the market but he has been sympathetic and seems to still really want things to work out for us, because he said he would still honor our down payment if we came up with the rest of the money before someone else bought it.

Another exciting opportunity has opened up for us lately. Dwayne has been talking with some friends who are in the helicopter business and has been sharing with them what God has done for this project. To our surprise they offered us their R44 for a minimal amount!  They are just asking from us the amount they will need to put a down payment on a replacement helicopter.  We praise God for this huge answer to prayer and we pray that you will join us in prayer about this opportunity. Ideally we could use this helicopter right away, but we trust God will bring it in His perfect timing.

While Dwayne was discussing details with them the other day, they also gave us some great news that soared our spirits. They have decided to help us purchase a new vehicle for our Luzon project! This will help us out greatly, since we need a vehicle before we can do anything else. God is so good and he knows just what we need and when we need it.

Another quick update on the Cessna 180 airplane we've been planning to purchase from another mission agency in the Philippines: We recently received an email from them stating that they no longer wish to sell it to us . . . so we are back to square one on that. We will be looking for another fixed-wing airplane to purchase for inter-island travel and between our two projects.

Thanks so much for keeping all this in your prayers. We hope you are encouraged in your faith as we have been the last few months as we see God answer prayers.
It was great seeing many of you this summer. Wish it could have been longer!

So with much prayer we have stepped out in faith trusting His promises and signed a purchase agreement and made the initial payment.  We ask for your continued prayers for this purchase.  We need $150,000 to complete the down payment by June 3 and the remaining $635,000 by the end of August. We see the huge need for this helicopter to further God’s work and that is why we have gone forward, trusting Him to provide. We are excited to see how He will answer our prayers. We thank you again for joining us in prayer.