Greetings,
Here I am again. A whole week has gone by and in many ways I feel no farther on in anything than I was last week. It is that time in the school year where you feel like the end should be coming sooner than it is, but at the same time it is rushing up on you and you don't have enough time to do all the things you want to do. It is a hard thing to explain.
I have had several good conversations with my team teacher and some of my students about the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. I have realized that I really struggle to remember what it is that I talked about with them afterwards. I am so focused on what they are saying and what I should say… and praying through it all… I only end up with fragmented thoughts and memories. Today was about "the wages of sin is death" with my team teacher Sh. and the other day I was going through passages about Jesus being king with Hannah. The fifth graders are learning responsibility and teamwork as they run the jump-roping at recess each day. I hope so much for all these kids and the teachers. Please pray for them.
All those conversations have been an encouragement to me. I am happy with what is going on at the school. I miss my missing teammate terribly, though. Although my life at home has not been as lonely as I expected without Laura here. My dear family here in Iraq has been so kind. I even learned to make homemade tortillas today. There are still many things that are difficult and lonely and hard, but I am aware of God giving me special blessings and showing his love and care for me. Please pray that I would continue to see God's hand at work and that I would persevere.
One thing that I have been blessed by lately is some music that a friend gave me. One of the songs by Rich Mullins struck me particularly because the lyrics seemed especially appropriate as I miss friends and family back in the States.
Well the other side of the world
Is not so far away as I thought that it was
As I thought that it was so far away
But the other side of the world
Is not so far away
And the distance just dissolves into the love
Into the love
And the New Jerusalem won't be as easy to build
As I hoped it would be
As I hoped it would be easy to build
But the New Jerusalem won't be so easy to build
There's many bellies to fill and many hearts to free
Got to set them free
And I know that the gates of hell
Are not prone to prevail
As I thought that they were
As I once thought they were prone to prevail
But I know that the gates of Hell
They have been destined to fail
I see Satan impaled on the sword of the Word
On the sword of the Word
And I see the people who have learned to walk in faith
With mercy in their hearts
And glory on their faces
And I can see the people
And I pray it won't be long
Until Your kingdom comes
I thank you all for your prayers. It strikes me as more and more important every day. Please also remember Laura (my team member that went back to the States) and her family as they adjust to a new way of life.
In Christ,
Colleen
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
another letter from Colleen
Greetings,
I have sat here for some time staring at the blank page on my computer screen, wondering how to sum up this past week. It has been ordinary and yet anything but ordinary. On the surface so many things are just what they always have been, but underneath there is something else going on. I suppose it is that way always and I just don't realize it.
I have been convinced that I need to spend more time in prayer. This began almost a week ago and I have so enjoyed it. The spiritual warfare is violent and I began to notice it in more and more places. Again, perhaps it has always been there but I just started to notice. But my teammate, Laura, decided to pray in each of our classrooms before school that God would give them attitudes of pleasantness, a desire to work hard, and hearts open and soft to the gospel.
I think it must be impossible to spend time with God without finding something that needs to be changed. Over and over this week, I have been convicted of my sins of selfishness and possessiveness. There are so many things I have considered "mine" that are not mine, and even if they were I should be most willing to give them up if God asks them of me. He has asked them of me this week. Pray that I would continue to find these areas and that God would help me get rid of them.
Another thing I have become convinced of is that I must work harder at learning Kurdish and especially to learn the spiritual vocabulary in the language. I must get further if I am to do any good to the many women that have no English. I met a woman who is a baby Christian, she knows no other Christian women. My Kurdish isn't at the point where I can explain Biblical truths and she doesn't know English. I know what I am to do, not just to communicate with her, but to be able to communicate truth to my several other Kurdish friends who don't speak any English.
I am so blessed, however, to be able to proclaim the truth of Jesus Christ in English to my students. Please be praying for S-z. I have mentioned her before (she came to a Bible Study for a few weeks last year) but she seemed to lose interest in all things spiritual. But Tuesday she came to me with several questions about Jesus and Christians. At the end of lunch she asked if she could talk to me again, next lunch break, and ask some more questions. Wednesday was a holiday and so I figured she would probably have forgotten her question. But no, yesterday she came back at lunch and asked the question that I didn't have time to answer before.
"Why did Jesus let himself die?"
After some discussion and several other questions…(the gospel follows so logically, all you have to do is wait for the next perfect question!) she asked another one at the very end of lunch.
"So if a girl…or someone…anyone…not me, you know, believed Jesus and what he did, but was well afraid…people would say things like 'Why do you do that' and think that person is strange, would Jesus take her to heaven or leave her?"
Whoa! That's a hard question and I told her so. As I spoke, I referred to this "someone" as herself and she took it without comment. She is really struggling over this. Pray that her faith would grow and that I would have the wisdom in my words and actions. I love her and all my students so much.
Thank you for your prayers this week. My sleep has improved some, but I am still waking up once or twice in the night for no reason. I have discovered, however, that the rooster that lives across the street must be blind, for he crows all day and all night. Funny thing. But this morning I seem to have woken up with something or other rather icky; I hope it is short lived. Thank you all for your prayers and encouragement.
Many blessings on you all,
Colleen
I have sat here for some time staring at the blank page on my computer screen, wondering how to sum up this past week. It has been ordinary and yet anything but ordinary. On the surface so many things are just what they always have been, but underneath there is something else going on. I suppose it is that way always and I just don't realize it.
I have been convinced that I need to spend more time in prayer. This began almost a week ago and I have so enjoyed it. The spiritual warfare is violent and I began to notice it in more and more places. Again, perhaps it has always been there but I just started to notice. But my teammate, Laura, decided to pray in each of our classrooms before school that God would give them attitudes of pleasantness, a desire to work hard, and hearts open and soft to the gospel.
I think it must be impossible to spend time with God without finding something that needs to be changed. Over and over this week, I have been convicted of my sins of selfishness and possessiveness. There are so many things I have considered "mine" that are not mine, and even if they were I should be most willing to give them up if God asks them of me. He has asked them of me this week. Pray that I would continue to find these areas and that God would help me get rid of them.
Another thing I have become convinced of is that I must work harder at learning Kurdish and especially to learn the spiritual vocabulary in the language. I must get further if I am to do any good to the many women that have no English. I met a woman who is a baby Christian, she knows no other Christian women. My Kurdish isn't at the point where I can explain Biblical truths and she doesn't know English. I know what I am to do, not just to communicate with her, but to be able to communicate truth to my several other Kurdish friends who don't speak any English.
I am so blessed, however, to be able to proclaim the truth of Jesus Christ in English to my students. Please be praying for S-z. I have mentioned her before (she came to a Bible Study for a few weeks last year) but she seemed to lose interest in all things spiritual. But Tuesday she came to me with several questions about Jesus and Christians. At the end of lunch she asked if she could talk to me again, next lunch break, and ask some more questions. Wednesday was a holiday and so I figured she would probably have forgotten her question. But no, yesterday she came back at lunch and asked the question that I didn't have time to answer before.
"Why did Jesus let himself die?"
After some discussion and several other questions…(the gospel follows so logically, all you have to do is wait for the next perfect question!) she asked another one at the very end of lunch.
"So if a girl…or someone…anyone…not me, you know, believed Jesus and what he did, but was well afraid…people would say things like 'Why do you do that' and think that person is strange, would Jesus take her to heaven or leave her?"
Whoa! That's a hard question and I told her so. As I spoke, I referred to this "someone" as herself and she took it without comment. She is really struggling over this. Pray that her faith would grow and that I would have the wisdom in my words and actions. I love her and all my students so much.
Thank you for your prayers this week. My sleep has improved some, but I am still waking up once or twice in the night for no reason. I have discovered, however, that the rooster that lives across the street must be blind, for he crows all day and all night. Funny thing. But this morning I seem to have woken up with something or other rather icky; I hope it is short lived. Thank you all for your prayers and encouragement.
Many blessings on you all,
Colleen
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
From Colleen
Greetings,
This week was harder than I ever imagined it could be. I never approach my week and think, "Wow, this'll be easy!" But physically and emotionally I got beat up these last several days.
The illness made me feel terrible for a few days, but harder to deal with was the sudden death of my teammate Laura's father. He died probably of a heart attack, a seemingly healthy man in his prime. Please pray for her, she left last night to return to the States to be with her mother and younger brother and sister. There will be many things for her to sort through emotionally as well as ways to be a support to her family. I can't imagine the difficulty for her, but her father is rejoicing in heaven. We do not mourn like the people of this world mourn.
There is a selfish request related to that as well. I have lost a dear friend and someone with whom I have spent nearly the whole of the last 2 and a half months. We ate, prayed, worked, drove, walked, prayed, and laughed together. I mentioned prayer twice in that list because she blessed me so much during our times of prayer together. We also spent much time laughing. Please pray for me that I would be encouraged, comforted, and that I would continue to laugh. A lot of things become a lot harder here without another single girl.
I remind myself, however, that God knows what he is doing. This wasn't some random accident from his perspective. So, I have begun looking for the possibilities of new things or old things that I could invest in that I didn't do as much of these last few months. I am going to work harder on Kurdish and specifically learn the terms and vocabulary for spiritual conversations. In addition, I hope to spend some more time with our neighbors, a new Christian girl, and another family here that I know, none of whom speak English. As I studied this afternoon I realized that this will not be an easy thing to attempt, but how often do I counsel my students to push through and persevere through difficulty? Nearly every day.
My work at the school has not been abandoned, however. I am still blessed by conversations over the last few days. Ron (if you remember my astrophysics/quantum physics 6th grader) approached me again today with questions about diversity in Creation and Evolutionary theories, he was very sure and thought that he must have me pinned. God is the giver of grace and words. But I left him thinking about absolute truth and how the basis for truth according to him is a random series of chemical reactions. He said he'd have to chew on that one for a while.
The struggles I have draw me closer to Christ. The dilemmas I come across make me re-evaluate the truths and things that I have taken for granted. God has proven himself faithful. Please continue with me in prayer.
Sent to serve,
Colleen
This week was harder than I ever imagined it could be. I never approach my week and think, "Wow, this'll be easy!" But physically and emotionally I got beat up these last several days.
The illness made me feel terrible for a few days, but harder to deal with was the sudden death of my teammate Laura's father. He died probably of a heart attack, a seemingly healthy man in his prime. Please pray for her, she left last night to return to the States to be with her mother and younger brother and sister. There will be many things for her to sort through emotionally as well as ways to be a support to her family. I can't imagine the difficulty for her, but her father is rejoicing in heaven. We do not mourn like the people of this world mourn.
There is a selfish request related to that as well. I have lost a dear friend and someone with whom I have spent nearly the whole of the last 2 and a half months. We ate, prayed, worked, drove, walked, prayed, and laughed together. I mentioned prayer twice in that list because she blessed me so much during our times of prayer together. We also spent much time laughing. Please pray for me that I would be encouraged, comforted, and that I would continue to laugh. A lot of things become a lot harder here without another single girl.
I remind myself, however, that God knows what he is doing. This wasn't some random accident from his perspective. So, I have begun looking for the possibilities of new things or old things that I could invest in that I didn't do as much of these last few months. I am going to work harder on Kurdish and specifically learn the terms and vocabulary for spiritual conversations. In addition, I hope to spend some more time with our neighbors, a new Christian girl, and another family here that I know, none of whom speak English. As I studied this afternoon I realized that this will not be an easy thing to attempt, but how often do I counsel my students to push through and persevere through difficulty? Nearly every day.
My work at the school has not been abandoned, however. I am still blessed by conversations over the last few days. Ron (if you remember my astrophysics/quantum physics 6th grader) approached me again today with questions about diversity in Creation and Evolutionary theories, he was very sure and thought that he must have me pinned. God is the giver of grace and words. But I left him thinking about absolute truth and how the basis for truth according to him is a random series of chemical reactions. He said he'd have to chew on that one for a while.
The struggles I have draw me closer to Christ. The dilemmas I come across make me re-evaluate the truths and things that I have taken for granted. God has proven himself faithful. Please continue with me in prayer.
Sent to serve,
Colleen
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Update From Bekah Rust in Romania
An update from Bekah follows:
I am standing outside of Rehab. Across the street, down a driveway and behind a small white
building is an empty playground. At the far end of the playground is a yellow bench being
showered in sunlight. In the middle of this bench is a small child, he is too far away to see
clearly, and wearing a large yellow winter coat which causes him to nearly blend in with the
bench. This little boy is steadily rocking back and forth, which is the only reason I saw him in
the first place. They rock to comfort themselves. This child belongs to the small white building
next to Rehab, a place for children who are disabled and have AIDS. I want to walk over
there and sit down next to him. I want to put my hand on his back and comfort him so he will
stop rocking, but I don't. I am afraid. I wish I had the courage Jesus had when He
approached the lepers, those stories take on a whole new meaning to me when I am faced
with similar situations. I am a long way from being like my Savior, and I have become even
more amazed by His actions while on this earth.
I started painting at Rehab this week, and I have a lot of work to do. This is my last week in
Bucharest. I plan do most of the downstairs painting in the afternoon when the kids have
naps. I was reassured this was the best plan today. I was just finishing up for the day when
the boys were waking up. One of the boys was hiding behind the doorway, and peeking out at
me every few minutes, while another was sitting precariously close to the power chord to my
computer, (which I used with a projector before starting to paint) and a third was watching my
every move and every so often would jump up and try to touch something that I was carrying.
Luminiþa (a young girl I have been working with) was fitted for braces for her feet today. Her
feet are turned out, and hopefully this will help her be able to walk straight in the future. It is
encouraging to see progress in the orphanages because it seems that things change so
slowly here. Thank you all so much for your prayers. Please continue to pray for change in
the orphanages in Romania, as well as for strength for the missionaries here who are
reaching out to these lost children. The children often suffer from many psychological
problems because of the way they grow up, making it very difficult for them to succeed in life.
Their is so much work to be done here. Pray especially for the children, for God's blessing
upon them, that their hearts will be turned to Him, and that many would be saved.
~Bekah
I am standing outside of Rehab. Across the street, down a driveway and behind a small white
building is an empty playground. At the far end of the playground is a yellow bench being
showered in sunlight. In the middle of this bench is a small child, he is too far away to see
clearly, and wearing a large yellow winter coat which causes him to nearly blend in with the
bench. This little boy is steadily rocking back and forth, which is the only reason I saw him in
the first place. They rock to comfort themselves. This child belongs to the small white building
next to Rehab, a place for children who are disabled and have AIDS. I want to walk over
there and sit down next to him. I want to put my hand on his back and comfort him so he will
stop rocking, but I don't. I am afraid. I wish I had the courage Jesus had when He
approached the lepers, those stories take on a whole new meaning to me when I am faced
with similar situations. I am a long way from being like my Savior, and I have become even
more amazed by His actions while on this earth.
I started painting at Rehab this week, and I have a lot of work to do. This is my last week in
Bucharest. I plan do most of the downstairs painting in the afternoon when the kids have
naps. I was reassured this was the best plan today. I was just finishing up for the day when
the boys were waking up. One of the boys was hiding behind the doorway, and peeking out at
me every few minutes, while another was sitting precariously close to the power chord to my
computer, (which I used with a projector before starting to paint) and a third was watching my
every move and every so often would jump up and try to touch something that I was carrying.
Luminiþa (a young girl I have been working with) was fitted for braces for her feet today. Her
feet are turned out, and hopefully this will help her be able to walk straight in the future. It is
encouraging to see progress in the orphanages because it seems that things change so
slowly here. Thank you all so much for your prayers. Please continue to pray for change in
the orphanages in Romania, as well as for strength for the missionaries here who are
reaching out to these lost children. The children often suffer from many psychological
problems because of the way they grow up, making it very difficult for them to succeed in life.
Their is so much work to be done here. Pray especially for the children, for God's blessing
upon them, that their hearts will be turned to Him, and that many would be saved.
~Bekah
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
And The Rocks Cry Out!
This is a letter from Colleen (another friend from Moscow)
who is stationed in Iraq...
To see pictures of her life as a missionary and the people
she ministers to, go to this link:
www.flickr.com/photos/abundantblessing
Greetings,
It is hard to pull this week together because
it has been so different from my average weeks.
Last Tuesday was our last day of classes, so we
have been off for a week now. I have done a dozen
different things.
I spent time wandering around the bazaar looking
for things like chalk,paint, paint brushes, a
white t-shirt, flowers, fabric, a squeegee, a light
bulb, jewelry, and a bedspread.
We didn't find the chalk, the light bulb, or the
bedspread. So, with a majority success, Laura and
I felt we did pretty well and decided to go hide where
no one could see us. But it was very fun going to
the bazaar with another American and the American
method of shopping (not looking at things we don't
want to buy).Of all those locations, the flower shop
was definitely a high point, a haven of peace and
tranquility hidden away from the swarms of staring
men in the bazaar.
I have also spent time out in the great wide
wilderness of Northern Iraq. I saw mountains and
trees and rocks and best of it all, we found a
mountain stream. And while the rocks don't speak to
me like they speak to my teammate Jeremiah
(to him they say, "I am your rock; conquer
me."), I thoroughly enjoyed the time. The scenery was
partially trash free and full of new things.
The air was fresh and clean. I am still sore,
being the out of shape person that I am.
I even dreamt I was hiking last night
and woke to find my war wounds looking like I had been
attacked by a cat. I had no idea how often I use my
right had until I bruised it.But it was fun
and very challenging.
I have to admit, I haven't accomplished everything I
wanted to in the last week. I have written a little,
painted a little, read a little, and cleaned a little,
and planned one class activity for after break. But
this next week should see some more of all of these,
and hopefully more accomplished in the end.
There are several visits on the schedule so
hopefully my Kurdish won't have rusted already.
The ladies book club will not be meeting this week as
Friday is the biggest Kurdish holiday of
the year, but I have enjoyed the ladies and our
little group has grown by one.
This coming Saturday, the day before Easter,
we are having a filming of The Passion of the Christ,
with some of our national and international
friends. Pray that hearts would be touched and
that God would bring those of our friends that need
to be there. This is the same group that is seeking
permission for an international English speaking church.
Please pray that the permission would come soon so that
we can begin to find a location and reach out to the
people in this city in a new way.
I miss my students this week. I feel already that
the time is too short and that the end of the school
year is already bearing down upon me.
Please pray with me that I would be keen to hear
God's voice and that I would follow it in every
detail.
Pray that I would use my time wisely
(especially during the break when it is so
easy to become lazy)and that I would be bold in my
conversations with people here.
Pray for my team teacher Sh. Pray that her heart
would be softened over this next few weeks before
we begin reading "The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe".
I deeply desire to spend more time with her on this book
and that we can have heart touching conversations
about the gospel through it.
Thanks so much for your prayers! God answers
in such obvious ways: we are all healthy and the city
hasn't erupted into violence. I am so thankful for
your support and all the e-mails I receive back from you.
I love to hear how you are doing as well; it keeps me
from feeling quite so isolated sometimes.
Blessings,
Colleen
Monday, March 3, 2008
From Romania
This is a note from Bekah Rust, a friend of mine from Moscow.
Maria is 8 years old, and today she made me feel huge. She did this simply by holding her hand up to mine. Maria has grown up in a crib, she has a disease that has kept her there. This disease has prevented her from growing very big, or learning to speak. Yes, Maria held her little hand up to mine, perched upon a wrist no wider than 1 inch. She looked up at me with large eyes, and slowly a lopsided grin came across her face. She lay in my arms, she can not sit up, and as I searched for ways to make her smile again, I realized that just being there holding her was enough.
I have been in Bucuresti (the i is silent as in sock :) for about two weeks, and already I am overwhelmed by the work there is to do here. I am starting to think that my two month stay is not going to be enough! One lifetime would not be enough to minister to all the children here who don?t have families. I have been to four orphanages so far. One was the rehab orphanage where Maria lives. The thing that I have noticed the most is that the kids are so hungry for love that they will come straight up to the team of missionaries with their arms open. They fight to be near us, and are content just to sit in our laps or even right next to us. As we approach the orphanages we can hear kids yelling ?the Americans! The Americans are coming! There is a flurry of excitement while kids pile into the room. It is not long before the team is mobbed from all sides by hungry kids. It is so awesome to be able to give them love and know that God is using me to reach these abandoned children.
Most of the children from the orphanages have living parents who are not able to, or choose not to care for them. Many of the kids were just left at the hospital when they were born. Still others come to the orphanages later, because their parents are too poor to provide for them. One thing that is common among all the kids however is their need for guidance and love.
I was discovered the other day, I told one of the Children to Love (CTL) staff that I majored in art in college. He asked if I could draw, and when I answered yes, he asked me to paint murals on the walls of a couple of the orphanages. I am excited to get started with this project, hopefully it will brighten up the rooms which are all a very serious shade of white. I hope also to be able to add some color to the ceiling of the rehab orphanage. There are some children there, like Maria, who barely ever leave their crib.
Please keep CTL in your prayers. They are a missionary organization with so much work to do here, and they are really making a difference in the lives of many of these kids. Pray also for the children, that they would grow up knowing God, and His love. God is so good, and I have really been experiencing the great depths of His love!
Thank you for your prayers.
Bekah Rust
Maria is 8 years old, and today she made me feel huge. She did this simply by holding her hand up to mine. Maria has grown up in a crib, she has a disease that has kept her there. This disease has prevented her from growing very big, or learning to speak. Yes, Maria held her little hand up to mine, perched upon a wrist no wider than 1 inch. She looked up at me with large eyes, and slowly a lopsided grin came across her face. She lay in my arms, she can not sit up, and as I searched for ways to make her smile again, I realized that just being there holding her was enough.
I have been in Bucuresti (the i is silent as in sock :) for about two weeks, and already I am overwhelmed by the work there is to do here. I am starting to think that my two month stay is not going to be enough! One lifetime would not be enough to minister to all the children here who don?t have families. I have been to four orphanages so far. One was the rehab orphanage where Maria lives. The thing that I have noticed the most is that the kids are so hungry for love that they will come straight up to the team of missionaries with their arms open. They fight to be near us, and are content just to sit in our laps or even right next to us. As we approach the orphanages we can hear kids yelling ?the Americans! The Americans are coming! There is a flurry of excitement while kids pile into the room. It is not long before the team is mobbed from all sides by hungry kids. It is so awesome to be able to give them love and know that God is using me to reach these abandoned children.
Most of the children from the orphanages have living parents who are not able to, or choose not to care for them. Many of the kids were just left at the hospital when they were born. Still others come to the orphanages later, because their parents are too poor to provide for them. One thing that is common among all the kids however is their need for guidance and love.
I was discovered the other day, I told one of the Children to Love (CTL) staff that I majored in art in college. He asked if I could draw, and when I answered yes, he asked me to paint murals on the walls of a couple of the orphanages. I am excited to get started with this project, hopefully it will brighten up the rooms which are all a very serious shade of white. I hope also to be able to add some color to the ceiling of the rehab orphanage. There are some children there, like Maria, who barely ever leave their crib.
Please keep CTL in your prayers. They are a missionary organization with so much work to do here, and they are really making a difference in the lives of many of these kids. Pray also for the children, that they would grow up knowing God, and His love. God is so good, and I have really been experiencing the great depths of His love!
Thank you for your prayers.
Bekah Rust
Sunday, March 2, 2008
For you are all Sons of God
"For you are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus."
Galatians 3:26 NKJV
The Leidenfrosts are members of our church here in Moscow and are very involved in mission work in Bakwe, Ivory Coast West Africa. The most resent achievement has been the translation of Galatians into the Bakwe language. This is a huge answer to prayer because these people are hungry for the Word and this translation is a great encouragement to them. The Leidenfrosts have asked all of us to pray for our Christian brothers in Bakwe and specifically for 1) God to help them faithfully translate the Scriptures into Bakwe; 2) that He would call out more Bakwe men to faithfully preach and teach these Scriptures; and 3) that He would cause many more Bakwe people to become sons of God through the gift of faith in Jesus Christ. Please include these in your daily prayers. Also, Csaba (Mr. Leidenfrost) will make another trip to Africa this June. Please pray for his safety and the work he accomplishes.
Thank you and God Bless!!
Galatians 3:26 NKJV
The Leidenfrosts are members of our church here in Moscow and are very involved in mission work in Bakwe, Ivory Coast West Africa. The most resent achievement has been the translation of Galatians into the Bakwe language. This is a huge answer to prayer because these people are hungry for the Word and this translation is a great encouragement to them. The Leidenfrosts have asked all of us to pray for our Christian brothers in Bakwe and specifically for 1) God to help them faithfully translate the Scriptures into Bakwe; 2) that He would call out more Bakwe men to faithfully preach and teach these Scriptures; and 3) that He would cause many more Bakwe people to become sons of God through the gift of faith in Jesus Christ. Please include these in your daily prayers. Also, Csaba (Mr. Leidenfrost) will make another trip to Africa this June. Please pray for his safety and the work he accomplishes.
Thank you and God Bless!!
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