Mission of Faith (Part 2 of 3)

You have to understand that when I left the USA, I was totally dependent on God for everything. I had no plans other than to start this mission of faith in the country of Chile and be led from there on for where I live, my transportation and food, and still deal with all my health issues. I had an income of about $700 per month from my social security and some silver coins that I planned to use to help the poor when I needed them cashed in to my bank account. They were kept for me by a friend in Washington... With that said, I arrived in Chile and rented a car at the airport to look for a cheap apartment. However, after a futile search in Santiago all day and a minor accident that I fixed with some duct tape I had with me to hold the rear bumper back in place. I headed to the Pacific coast and found a casino hotel at the seaport of San Antonio, for my first night in Chile. The next day God led me north to a wonderful couple about my age in another city, that spoke English, and they had a one room apartment with a mini fridge for $400 a month, and I could use their kitchen to cook my meals for the next six months. I even got to eat some meals with them and friends. One even I went out to see the sunset an my spirit spoke to me and said, "The best is yet to come," the sunset did get prettier but I felt the words ment more than just that night. However, later I also started experiencing physical attacks from the enemy, satan. One day, I went for a walk and all of a sudden my vision blurred and I became very weak to even walk. But I rebuke it and press on. Then a couple months later a back upper molar in my mouth that I had no problem with before, split in half, clear down to the root. Despite that attack, God kept me from having any pain from it, and I didn't go to any dentist, I just trusted God. The people I rented from provided my transportation for food, helping the poor, and seeing some of the surrounding country that I would pray for and bless the people I would meet. And they took me back to the airport an hour away. The next country for me to visit was Argentina. I stayed in a hotel near the airport and the next day I went back to rent a car. However, when I got out of the taxi I accidently forgot my black coat next to me in the cab and when I went inside the airport I realized what I had done, but the taxi was gone when I went back to get it. I was at a total loss as to what to do next as I stood inside the airport praying, then someone tapped me on my back and when I turned around it was the taxi driver holding my coat in his hand. What an incredible miracle, which only confirmed, God was watching over me. However, an hour later when I went to get money from an ATM machine, I entered the wrong amount twice, because it was not in English and it would not return my bank card. The next day I learned I needed a credit card to rent a car, not a debit card. So God provided another taxi driver whose name was Angel, and he helped me find a place to stay in that city and with friends in another city a week later. His name was Marco and had a beautiful family, who made me feel welcomed the the very first day, and I ate with them one meal every day, I also got to go to many birthday parties, which is a big deal for them, and feast on great food, drinking and fellowship, and bless them also. But once again I was attacked by the enemy, and for three days I lost my voice.The next three months I lived in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. There was a young couple who Angel knew tand picked me up at the airport and took me to an apartment with a second bedroom that a widow who rented for $300 per month with A/C. It was located at the base of the tall Mount of Christ statue, which I could see from my window. That couple also took me out for meals and even brought me food and took me back to the airport after booking my flight for me. At this time, I was able to help many poor people who begged and lived on the streets of Rio with no place to sleep. I also had a problem with charging my laptop, and was able to get it fixed for very little money at a shop that was only a couple blocks away. Again God continues to provide just when I need it and the lost souls I can bless along the way. The next country was Paraguay and I lived in a man's business warehouse who was the brother of the family in Argentina. and it was next door to a supermarket and he said I could stay there for free, but I still gave him money. Plus, I gave money to a local orphanage in town. At this time I noticed my feet were swelling and I could no longer wear my shoes and had to wear my sandals or flip-flops. Also I used my last battery for my hearing aid, which I use sparingly, because many Spanish speaking people spoke loudly or I was by myself most of the time. So from there on I never used them again, which was a problem sometimes, but I managed somehow. When I got to the airport in La Paz, Bolivia, which was located at an elevation of 16,000 feet, it was cold and difficult for me to breathe and walk. The people there were wonderful and many natives wore traditional clothes. The view was awesome with snow covered mountains still much higher. God led me to another special taxi driver there, named Oscar at the airport, who ended up living next to the apartment I rented for $400. I stayed there for 2 months and I took many trips with him and Danel his nephew who could speak English, and he was from a Mormon family and I went to their meetings several times and prayed for them. Oscar wanted to show me more of Bolivia. and so we traveled hundreds of miles and over night one time. This portion of South America was what I saw in the vision God showed me when I was back in Mexico many years before. And there I was fulfilling that vision and interseeding for that country and its beautiful people. Finally the last country I got to visit in South America, was the city of Pima, Peru, with a population of 11 million. I got to stay with a friend of Daniel and rent a bedroom for $250 a month for the next three months. His name was Carlos and we became very good friends, but he was hardly there and I had his house all to myself most of the time. At this time I also noticed two swelling in the mid section of my body that I knew were the beginning of hernias. A small one next to my belly button and a much larger one growing on the left side of my groin. I knew this because I had a hernia operation 10 years before on the other side. But this time, I was just going to trust God. Later, with a friend of Carlos, who had a car, we went to see the Slums of Lima, where we got to help twelve poor families in a city made up of 400,000 poor residents with no running water, sewer, and most without electrical service. There water supplies was brought in and put in 500 gallon storage tanks around the outlying area where there was no trees and steep hillside that held the poor block homes, most without windows Carlos could not speak English and we used his phone to communicate and it worked fine there and for us to build a lasting relationship and we emails to continue to stay in touch, as I do with most of the friends I made in South America. I trust God to continue to work on their lives and the people in those six countries I visited by faith, and I believe all the others in South America to be set free to know the heart of the Father who is still reaching out to them. The next step of faith was to cross the Pacific Ocean to New Zealand where I would be able to communicate with more people who spoke English.

Mission of Faith, ( Part 1 of 3)

One night in a Friday prayer meeting, God spoke throught Sheldon my friend and said, I was called by God to go to the Nations, to help the lost and the poor. I was 62 years old and married that time. Then a few weeks later, I had a dream and I was of looking at a highway on a map of Mexico and than a few days later I had a vision of Mexico. I knew then that my future was going to change, and very soon. I told my wife that I would be leaving soon for Mexico, and living in my van and I didn't know for how long, maybe a year or longer I didn't know for sure. She was not happy about my decision. She would be living alone in our house in Cle Elum, Washington, but our daughter and three grandkids lived nearby to help her when needed. This would be a whole new adventure of faith for me. Before I left, I was varelly healthy for 63 and I trust God for my health and protection. I didn't take any vitamins or supplements. Plus, I drove my van in Mexico with no insurance after six months there. My vision was 40/60,my hearing was not perfect and I also had some ringing in my ears. I also had some other health issues that I had not confirmed by doctors and a minor skin disease with no cure that was worth the side effect or the cost, plus I had a back tooth problem, but I still left trusting in God for healing and His faithfulness. I ended up staying in Mexico for almost two and a half years. During that time, I saw God use me to help the poor with food, money, and heal some people and give to a small orphanage nearby. Jesus also provided for all my needs and protection, including a house to live in the last year and a half for only $200 a month with A/C which I badly need during the summer months. There were also some difficult moments too, including my van breaking down, having my wallet stolen one night, and two laptops stolen out of my van when I was out praying and helping people one week after I replace the first one. But God replaced all that was stollen through a pastor and a Morman friend who owned an art gallery where I often helped. I also made other wonderful friends there and I had no regrets about going down there. However, a month before leaving to go back to my wife in Washington, God gave me a vision of South America, but no time as to how or when that would happen. It was several years later when we realized that the mission God call me on would require me to divorce my wife, because she wanted to be close to her daughter and our teenage grandchildren. So we sold our house there, and she bought a smaller one in Ellensburg. Our divorce was finalized in January of 2020. And I was going to go drive back to Mexico again in my van. However, when I got to the border I had a problem with my drivers license and had to drive all the way back. Then Covid-19 hit the country, and I was not going anywhere and ended up living with and helping my ex-wife for the next two and half years until she sold her house to our grandson who worked as a highway patrolman in the same city and needed a place to live that he could afford. With that decision made it told me my time was up and to move on to my mission of faith, starting with Chile in South America, where my uncle had been a missionary 50 years before. By that time I was wearing a hearing aid, and now it was also confirmed by doctors that I had Parkinson's disease which both my dad and uncle had died from. I could still walk but not in a straight line and had leg spasms because of the disease, which made it difficult to sleep at night. Plus there was the shaking of the hands that made curtain things more difficult, like eating, buttoning my shirt or typing an email or blog post. I also had more teeth issues and had some pulled and others needed crowns and the cost would be over $10,000 and I declined, because I would rather use that money to help the poor. I also had a small sore in the center of my forehead with a dark scab that made it look like I had been shot that would not go away even after the scab came off, it would start all over again. It was rather embarrassing, but I never had it checked out because I will continue to trust God no matter what. For my mission living expences I had a small amount of money coming through my monthly social security to live on, and some money from the divorce settlement which I gave almost half of that money away, along with my van, most of my clothes and almost a hundred of my paintings I still had from being a professional artist. All I had now was my faith in God, three suitcases and a one way plane ticket to Chile. Most Christians that I knew would not want to leave the country with the health issues I had. Plus, I no longer depended on medicare, because I believe" by His stripes I am healed" period. There is one other prophecy that has also motivated me on this mission. One morning back in Washington, I was so depressed that when I looked into the bathroom mirror, I told God "I need a new body, soul and spirit." In the next Friday zoom meeting that I was watching at home at the end of that evening I heard Sheldon say, "Israel, God says to me " I am going to make you an all new man." Wow. I am still waiting and keep repeating that prophecy. knowing God is faithful to complete that promise for me.

Reaching out to Borneo

I have been in Borneo for a month and a half now, and things have not gone quite like I had hoped. But I believe things are going to change soon. I know God has His way and timing and so I try to make the most of it the best I can. For the time being, I enjoy having a nice hotel to stay in and a great breakfast buffet, even when the food is not always hot. During this time I try to do something, to stay busy doing things, but under the current circumstances  that gets to be more challenging. I have not felt God leading me to do anything special while I wait, so I take short walks, praying around the hallway on my 10th floor several times during  the day and also at night, plus go to the restaurant on the fifth floor for breakfast,every morning and then every ten days I go to the main lobby to pay for another ten day stay. I doubt that they have ever had a tourist stay for the 90 days, I expect to stay here. I also go next door on the ground level to a small bakery often, where I can get a small loaf of wheat bread with only six 3/4" slices per bag to make my cheese or tuna sandwiches or peanut and jam, because the large supermarket next door only carries white loaves of bread, which I find hard to believe.  They have white rolls and other pastries, but no wheat bread. This is the only country I have been in with that limited of a selection. Anyway, I went to get bread today at noon, but they were out of the only wheat bread I wanted. However, they said they would have more after 2pm. So then I got one at about 5pm that evening. Later, I thought I would  go back down to get an ice cream cone in one of the shops in the mall that I had  last week, before they closed, but their machines were not  working any more when I got there. I could see that several children had one, but they were not working anymore. and other costumes were told the same thing. So while I was there I felt I should still walk through the mall and see who I could  reach out to for God, even  though I know His presence is alway working around me, even if I don't realize or feel it. Some of the shops were starting to close at 9pm. So I walked down to the end and turned around and walked back up the other side to go out the way I entered the mall. And that was when I saw the back of a head sitting in a wheelchair. I knew why I was here now. There was a family also standing around a small handicap boy. A father, mother, and two other older children. I smiled at them, and then placed my right hand on the young boy's shoulder and he turned around and gave me a big deformed smile with missing teeth, and eyes that sparkled. I blessed him and declared him restored and gave a smile again to the rest of the family and placed the same hand blessing the father also. There are many muslims that shop here, because I noticed all the hijabs and beautiful head scarves the women and young girls wear and fill the shops in the mall. There are over 250 million Muslims living in Indonesia, which consist of over 17,000 islands. That's more than all the other Muslim countries combined. And there are also a lot in Malaysia as well that make up the Asian South Pacific region. And here I am in the heart of it all, reaching out for Christ to touch the hearts of His children here in Borneo and set them free. While at the same time on the other side of the globe "Operation Epic Fury" is fighting to set the Iranian people free and the whole Middle East, from the tyranny of evil political/religious clerics of Iran. The underground Christian church is the fastest growing group in the world and God has often revealed Himself to many in visions and dreams and spread through the social media on the internet. Plus there are many powerful testimonies and miracles reported as well in videos seen on youtube, which I watch every day and pray for them. These videos show the awesome love and power of God that is still reaching out in the darkest places in the world where even speaking the name of Jesus, worship openly, owning a Bible or even having a portion of Christian literature can cost you your life, be torchared or imprisonment for life, for something that too many Christian take for granted. We should also be reaching out to them in prayer for protection  to be set free to live and worship God as they please. .

Song from the heart of Indonesia

Her beautiful voice won contests, but her heart was captered by God. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8RJGumQW3Y&authuser=0

Finding Jesus in Malaysia

This is a powerful video of Adam's life, a native born in Malaysia, that I would like to share. It is a message of truth, peace, love, joy and sacrifice... https://youtu.be/E0t3UYPndw8?si=kJlan0vR1PYopDCs Attachments area Preview YouTube video In Malaysia, Islam Is Printed on Your ID Card. I Discovered My Real Identity Was Something Else.Preview YouTube video In Malaysia, Islam Is Printed on Your ID Card. I Discovered My Real Identity Was Something Else.

Borneo, Malaysia

It is hard to believe I am in the city of Kota Kinabalu in Borneo that is part of Malaysian reagin that is located on the equator line, so it is very warm here. I am in my new hotel room at the Klagan Rengency, and it is awesome. It is on the tenth floor of a 19 story hotel. And it has a great view of the countryside and mountains in the distance looking east with a few other highrises and some large Muslim mosques nestled in the forest. My room is over 30' long by 15' wide with a wood planking floor, and the bathroom is very large too with a walk-in shower and large tile flooring. It has a king size bed. There is also a prayer mat in the closet to be used for only that purpose. I have a large 50" TV that shows country scenes from around the world if I want too, which is nice to look at. There is also laundry service available, which I really needed, but it is not cheap. I got to talk to the night manager at the other hotel, The Ming Garden, before leaving and we discussed the reason why I was leaving and he apologized for the high price I had to pay for the first three nights, but he was not allowed to match online bookings prices I had seen upon my arrival at the airport. However, it did motivate me the next day to look elsewhere, which led me to this hotel for $45 per night. Although, it did cost me $65 per night initially, for the first three night. The manager very find and helped me move my luggage from my room, called a taxi for me, and helped put them in the trunk of the car when it got there. We parted on very good terms, which I am very thankful for and blessed him. I can't believe things just keep getting better in every country I go to. I am so very blessed. It also rained the first four days in Borneo, but the weather has inproved since then. I have enjoyed getting the breakfast buffets at the last few hotels I have stayed at. They offer a varity of food I really miss and enjoy. I also get to experience new dishes. However, this hotel is eatra special because it is right next to a very large four story shopping mall that goes back over a thousand feet, it's called the Hypermall. It also has a supermarket inside where I can buy extra food, and there is also an ATM next to it, that really help me during my stay here. Yesterday I walked all over the first two floors, just to see what was there and meeting lots of people. I had one very special event happen when I first got there. There were two very young Chineses children in front of me as I was walking and the young girl, about 4 or 5 years old, came up to me and took my right hand and gently placed a kiss on the back of it, and then gave me a big smile. Wow, that really surprised and humbled me. I blessed her and her brother. It will be interesting to see what will happen while I'm here since it's been a while since I stayed in a country for three months. Borneo is a beautiful country with beautiful people if you go online and check it out. It seem to be the only way I really get to travel in these countries God send me to. But I am not here to be a tourist, I'm a son of God, with a messsage from His heart to declare to the people and over the nation. And I am so blessed and honored to serve in whatever way I can.

My trip to Bali

Wow, I can't believe I'm now in a Muslim country,amazing what God is doing with me. When I was back in Papua New Guinea I was wondering how things could get better for me, because I am so blessed in each new country I go to not knowing anything about it when I get there or where I will be living. But the plane flight here seemed to set the mood that good things were going to happen, thank God. The travel agency at the Brisbane airport booked me in a hotel for two days, which she thought would be very nice and inexpensive. But when I got there it was better than anything I could imagine and even cheaper when I checked the currency rate compared to the American dollar..It's unbelievable, about $30 each night. The place is called the Champlung Mas Hotel & Spa Ruta. My room is on the top fourth floor. and where my bed is is about 12x25 feet with large windows that look out to other hotels and a small community of typical houses with pointed roofs sandwiched in between and some trees and palms. Plus it has a large balcony that I can go out on through a double door. The bathroom is very large with a six foot tub and a separate shower stall. All the flooring is in large 15" cream colored tile. I also have a small refrigerator, TV, and excellent wifi access.The Asian staff is all Balian and very respectful and always greet me with a bow and praying hand gesture. They also offer a free breakfast buffet that is incredible, with fruit, pastries and about ten hot dishes, and it varies every morning. I really enjoy it as I stuff myself for my main meal for the day and then I have some ramen noodles late at night that I make with the coffee maker. and put in a coffee cup. It rained a lot yesterday but later I was able to go out and take a long walk on level ground with narrow, busy streets, when it stopped raining. The streets are crowded with small business shops and people smiling and sitting outside trying to encourage me and others to come in and buy something. However, it is still lonely sitting in my room most of my day trusting and waiting on God and watching some news and videa= on my laptop, I have not watched the TV yet because it is not very big and it is at the other end of my room. The hindu taxi driver who brought me here, has taken me shopping a couple times to buy food and help me find poor people to give money too He also told me he had a young nephew boy that was handicaped and I gave him money for the boy and told him that God would heal him. On my last day in Bali, the taxi man took me to the airport and help me get my luggage to the booking area, and before he left had a man take our picture together with his phone and then we gave each other a big hug goodbye. He also gave me his email address and asked to stay in touch. God is goinng to really bless that man and his family. It is people like him and make my mission worth while, plus knowing Abba Father is answering all my prayers for the people and country, like Bali

Meeting Arnila

I had just landed back in Australia again, because that's where my return flight had been booked from Papua New Guinea. I spent 50 days there and made a lot of friends and some who helped me and I also helped some too. But it was very hot and humid there. Now I was back at this airport again at 6pm, where I was going to try to book a flight out to Bali, because I had no cheap place to stay in Australia.. So at the Quantas Airline service desk they said they had a flight out to Bali the next morning and it would cost $1,500 or about a thousand dollars in American. She also said there was a travel agency in the airport so I checked, but it had closed and would reopen at 7am the next day. So I spent the night on sofas that the airport provides, like many others who were waiting. but I was only able to get about three hours sleep, because of all the distractions around me. At 7am at the travel agency I met a tall young Australian that turned out to be a Christian and in about an hour and fifteen minutes she had me booked for two flights. First to Bali, which has a 30 day limit on tourist visas, and then a second booking to the country of Borneo, because they require an exit flight out of the country in Endonesa before the limited time on that visa. She got me both flights for only $800 american, nearly half of what Quantas wanted for only a flight to Bali. Wow what a saving... Plus she also booked me for two nights at a resort hotel when I got there for only $68 in american, and then did my visa application online for Bali and all this service didn't cost me anything extra. What a blessing that was. I was booked with Jetstar Airline and was able to get special assistance so I didn't have to walk all the way through migration and to the loading gate that was at the other end of the airport. That too was also a blessing. The flight to Bali was six hours and it didn't include any free meals or water. Now I know why it was so cheap, but that was okay, because I had spent the last of my Australian currency buy[ng some food at the airport before leaving there so I would survive missing a meal. However, half way through the long flight I needed to use the restroom, and I had a window seat and there were two ladies next to me and the closest was a Muslim who wore a gray head scarf and slept with her arms crossed on her chest, but you could still see all of her face. So I had to wake them which made me feel bad. And this is where my story really begins. When I got back to my seat the young Muslim woman who I had not talked to or really acknowledged asked me a question. I have read online and watched a lot of Christian videos on Muslim and their customs and practises so as a man I usually avoided trying to make contact other than a simple smile.of acknowledgement when I saw them when I went out shopping or walking. I had been asking God how I was going to spend the last half of my flight with nothing to do since I had no visual access to movies and out the window at 36,000 feet, But this young lady turned to me and asked me where I was from and about my trip to Bali.That is all it took and for the next two hours we learned more about each other. Her name was Arnila, but she goes by Lala as a nickname with friends. She says she is about five feet tall and a single mother and 40 years old, but she looks much younger, because her skin is very soft looking and she has very full lips, that made me wonder what it would be like to kiss them, and I even told her that and she laughed. She has a 17 year old daughter. After talking for a while she offered me a large peach which I accepted. It was delicious and later gave me a whole chicken sandwich which she had purchased but didn;t want it now, so I gladly ate that too, and thanked her Now when you sit it seats that are close to each other sometimes you share the armrest between you, but as we talked we used our hands also to communicate and juster, and at one point she rested her hand on mine for just a moment and that surprised me because most Muslim women wouldn't do that and we had talked about that and all the other alful customs and laws that some Muslim countries have and the treatment of women. Plus the danger if you break those laws. But something special happened and I can't really explain it. But she let her hand rest on mine again and left it there and we ended up holding hands for the rest of the flight for over an hour. I closed my eyes for a while and enjoyed this special moment while she slept some more, and she placed both her hands on mine and our fingers were interlaced. Wow! This was something very special. Here I am, Israel David, I'm 78 years old and she knew about my name change and the mission God has me on and the lives I have touched around the world. I believe God ordains this divine appointment to bridge the gap between her world and mine, and for her family and country. I also believe it brought some healing for both of us that God knew we needed. After getting off the plane Agnila walked with me to the immigration area, but she had to go a different direction to fly on to Jakarta where she lives. We may never see each other again in this life, but before we separated we shared our email address and will continue to stay in touch. All this happened, because God's love wanted to do something special for both of us to bridge the gap between two very different worlds for the KIngdom of God. I told her several times I loved her and God loved her even more than I did, and that "her life would be changed forever", all because we held hands and shared our hearts on a flight to Bali. I even told her that as I laid my other hand on top of our two hands. This was all a divine appointment for His chosen family..Something special we will both cherish and never forget. israel david 9:54 PM (1 hour ago) to Arnila We have continued to email each other and she has acknowledged that she still thinks a lot of me and what happened on that plane. I also keep praying that God will work on her heart and family. and reveal Himself is a special way to help her put her complete trust in Him.

Making New Friends

This has been an interesting week. On Wednesday I went down to have my free breakfast and when I had finished eating, there had been a man at the next table who had heard me talking to someone that peak his interest. After I had finished eating, he turned around and joined me at my table. We started talking and shared a little about each other and where we were from and what I was doing on all my travels to so many countries. I told him that I was a Christian and a son of God. He then pulled out a large unniquik silver cross that I had never seen before and he told me he was a Christian also. We talked a little more and then he surprised me with a request for me to pray for him, so I did. It was a powerful prayer right there in the restaurant and then he thanked me with a big smile and then I stood up and said goodbye because I need to catch a ride to an ATM machine to pay for my hotel stay. But before I left him, I place my right hand on thee top of his head and gave him a double blessing. He liked that very much.  As I was leaving thed resturant, a kind young man from the hotel staff started to walk me to the van but as I was going I was attacked by the enemy, satan. I became very weak and my vision blurred and all light areas in my vision became almost blinding. It was scary, but I needed to get money so I pressed on and prayed as the young man helped me walk with every step to get to the van. My vision didn't improve until we got to the airport ATM machines, but I was still very weak and had to rest along the way a few times. I got my money and returned to the hotel and paid for my room. The young man asked ime if I needed an ambulance and I said, no. However, he did walk me to my room which was on the third floor through outside staircases. I thanked him when we finally got there. I had planned on going shopping that morning also, because I was out of most of my food. However, I decided to wait until the next day when I would feel better. When we got to my room I gave the young man all the change I had collected the past couple weeks from my desktop, for all his help that day, which was about K4. He then offered to go with me to do my shopping the next day and take a taxi and stay with me if I needed any help. I accepted. because I felt God had sent this young man to help me during this attack and he showed me a real kindness and thoughtfulness to my every need. He was not expecting anything in return, this was very humbling for me. The next day after I had my breakfast, we went shopping and he called for a taxi to get us to the supermarket. He helped me with my shopping and then got us a taxi to return back to the hotel. He carried my heavy bag of food to my room. I gave him K7 for all his help and had paid the taxi driver K30. These amounts are much less in American money. I invited him into my room and we talked for a while to get to know each other better. I explained my mission and my age when he asked. He also told me his name which is Greg and he was twenty years old, married and his wife is five months pregnant. He gets paid R370 every two weeks, which is about $65 in American or what I have to pay for one night at this hotel. He stays in a dorm with eight other men and his wife stays in another dorm and makes the same amount of money. They have no cooking appliance or refrigerator in their room and have to buy all their food at markets away from the hotel. His apartment next to my hotel which they provide for and the cleaning of their uniforms, that is all, no free meals from the hotel. His father died four years ago, and has a mother whom he tries to visit. He finally asked for a little money which I was glad to give. I came here to help the poor and this is one way that I can do that and I also get the help I need while I'm here too. Greg is a native to this country, but was born on a separate island from this one. He has no religious affiliations, but I believe that will change and I sense he is hungry to know God's love, power and faithfulness. And I believe God will provide for all his family's needs, because Greg is my friend and that is God's desire also.

Unexpected Blessing

I have been in Papua New Guinea for two weeks now and I am still staying at the same hotel that Sharmila and her daughter found online to stay at that was the cheapest hotel available. They also listed a couple others ones that were a little more expensive. I also checked online later for a cheap apartment to rent, but I could not find anything cheaper than where I was staying now. Which is about $60 per night  No one has been able to find me a room to rent with some family that has wifi and A.C. Most people here live without A/C. Temperature here is about 90 degrees and the same for the humidity. In all my travels to different countries I have never stayed in a hotel more than three nights because they were too expensive and I wanted to use the money God gave me to help the poor people. When I was at Ravi's house in Fiji, I wondered where I would find a family that cooked meals for me and became a family that I loved. I was able to help them in a way I had never imagined., even though it was more money than I had spent with others in the past. But I believe it was what God wanted me to do no matter the cost. After all it was His money He gave me to help others. And then when I had to stay in Australia again for three nights in a hotel before my next flight to here, Sharmila spoiled me in a way I could not have thought possible with all her help, food and transportation. What a blessing all these people have been from the very beginning of my journey. Then I wondered about how God would provide for me the next time.After I had breakfast down in the restaurant today, for the fifth day in a row. because I had learned that my stay here also included a free breakfast which is two sunny side up eggs, a different  side of breakfast meat each day, three slices of cucumbers and one slice of tomato, plus a variety of pastries, bread, different sliced fruits, juice and coffee or tea. And every three days I order the House Club Sandwich for K38 which is about $12, that comes with a very large serving of french fries which I make  last for three simple meals. Wow, what more could a person want?. I feel so blessed. This hotel is more like a resort with all its different levels and landscaping. Now they are already decorating the lobby and other areas with Christamas trees, lights and decorations. Oh well, it seems like some things never change, but God is still in control.. When I came back to my room I started thinking about all this. God has provided me with a place to stay, a friendly staff and guests that greet me with a smile and say good morning or evening when I pass them, The room keeper provides me with fresh towels every week, they clean my room, mop the floor and change my bedding. And ask me to let them know if I need anything . Plus they provide me with bottled water and small packets of coffee or sugar. I get free wifi, transportation in a service van to an ATM machine or I can take a taxi when I need to go shopping for extra food to have in my room. However I have to be careful when it comes to taxi drivers. The first one I used was very kind and helpful. He even stad with me when I went shopping and then brought me back to the hotel. He only charged me K55 dollars, but the next taxi driver I use, to go shopping at a closer supermarket, he also saw me give money to a handicap boy, but when I go back to the hotel he wanted a K100 and he had spent less time with me and just waited in the car while I did my shopping. I told him "No" and gave him K50. Then I went into the hotel. As I thought about all this, I began to realize that God was still blessing me even though I am still staying in a hotel and as far as I know I may be staying here until the 17th of November, when I am booked to return to Australia. I even told the staff at the front desk where I pay every three days for my stay, that I still want to help the poor or orphans in the area. But I know that staying at this hotel also helps pay many poor people who work here at very low wages. God knows my heart and if He wants me here in a hotel that meets my needs, then I can live with that and give a smile, love and blessings to all of them. And I still pray for their country. I know God can still change my situation, if He wants to, because nothing is impossible with God. Sometimes I feel a little guilty and sometimes a lot, when I hear about people and missionaries in other countries who suffer and sacrifice their lives to share the Gospel. Yet God knows all His children needs and provides in the way that He sees best for each one., including incredible miracles and visitations at times. So I just thank God each day for His love and blessings no matter the cost for my room or inconvenience or difficulties in serving Him and His children. God is so good.