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.