EVERYTHING-- EVERYONE-- EVERYWHERE --PRAISE HIM

 YES!

 HEAVEN AND EARTH DO PRAISE HIM.

ALL FISH, BIRDS, ANIMALS, 

 UNDER AND OVER THE SEA,

 MUST PRAISE HIM.

AND EAST OR WEST, AROUND THE WORLD, WE MUST, TOO!

EARTH AND HEAVEN

YES. AN ABSOLUTE NECESSITY.

AND WHAT I CAN COUNT ON.

[FOREVER AND EVER, AMEN!]

JOY WILL OVERFLOW...

WHAT WE CAN COUNT ON!

OVERFLOWING JOY IS A TRULY WONDERFUL

 GOOD EVENT, A GOD EVENT!

THE LAST NIGHT IN SOROTI

My most important ministry during that 3-weeks -- praying for her and her children, as she was dying.  She died two months later.  I heard from Pastor Joseph-Baptist.

The last three weeks in Soroti, early-to-mid-January, 2004, I was alone much of the time when working.  Usually, I had no help in the office as I reached out to help pastors and others.  I was a bit frustrated, to say the least, because I was running out of money -- both the ministry's and mine. Saw so much that should be, and could be, done, but I couldn't do it.

Sometime my pastors would pop in. Pastors Job, Joseph-Baptist, Joseph-Anglican, Justin, and George, either together or separately.  We would encourage each other.

Another blessing:  God used me to purchase some malaria pills for George.  He was very sick, but coming to a meeting at the office, and had NO MONEY.  I rushed to the nearby drug store, got pills and gave them to George, and it made a huge change in him almost immediately.  I LOVED being used by our Lord.

Even though I did have good ones occasionally, the last evening was the most wonderful I ever had in Soroti,

I had been invited to dinner at the home of a lady I had met downtown during the lunch hour several times. She saw me filled with tears, often, while eating, and saw my health reducing significantly.  She had been

helping people through the Anglican church with a variety of food available to those who were in need.  I dropped in there a few times, and loved that place!  When she knew it was my last night, she heavily suggested that I come to her home, spend time with her, and would help me gain strength.  I was there by about 6, close enough to YWAM so I could walk there.

It was about 8:00 when I got a phone call.  Pastor Job said that he and my friends were coming to YWAM in his car and would be there soon.  I had to hurry over.  Gave the lady a hug and expressed great appreciation and then hit the side roads, walking fast.

They arrived just as I did.  Pastors Job, George, and Justin wanted to pray with and for me, since I was leaving very early in the morning.  [Joseph-Baptist was picking me up about 5 AM to get me to a bus.]  These wonderful men who I loved dearly, laid hands on me, HELD my hands, prayed over me, and gave me sweet and gentle hugs before they left.  They expressed their appreciation for me over and over again.

Would love to have photos of all of them!

 One of the sorrows in my heart ever since then is that I have "lost" them.  I truly, TRULY, miss them!

HEAVEN AND EARTH

HIS WORD, HIS INSTRUCTIONS, HIS ENCOURAGEMENT

TO BE MEMBERS OF HIS GREAT FAMILY.

F O R E V E R.

OUR FATHER...

IT WAS A BLESSED DAY, 

FILLED WITH

LOVING AND TRUSTING AND WORSHIPING

MY HEAVENLY FATHER.

AND I DESIRE TO LOVE, TRUST, AND WORSHIP MY FATHER  EVERY DAY, 

DURING EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE ON EARTH. .

HELL'S HALF ACRE

What a surprise.  Had no expectation of something like this to drop into my trip to the Northwest.

 The day before, on June 30th, my grandson Dyllon and I left Omaha.  We went 600 miles to Casper, Wyoming.  The goal of the next day was to reach Yellowstone NP, about 300 miles, while stopping right outside of Cody to go to the Buffalo Bill Dam, which is really amazing.  I wanted Dyllon to see things and enjoy his day, especially when reaching the Yellowstone.

Leaving Casper, I went on a side highway that I'd never been on any other time while in Wyoming.  The area was high, was dry, somewhat rocky, few towns.  I was going as reasonably quickly as possible; had my hours to get to the National Park in my brain.  Then I suddenly saw a sign that said, "Devil's Kitchen"...and I thought, "WHAT?? A terrible restaurant!"   THEN, suddenly, and quickly, I saw a sign that said "Hell's Half Acre" and, when I glanced, I saw a side section with cars, a bus, and lots of people and a big fence.  No one was behind me, so I hit the brake, turned left and found a place to park.

I jumped out of the car with my cameras, of course.  Dyllon, for some reason, just shook his head and stayed in the car.  I walked around and about, saw the caves, the ravines, rock formations.  Now, I'd been at a number of places similar to this in Utah and Arizona.  The difference was that there was no way to walk out very far.  There was a large fence, the kind you see at jail or prison or lack-of-exit/entry places.  I gradually began to understand that the reason was because people had fallen off, or the stairs and openings had been broken down.  I wouldn't have wanted to walk too close to the edge, any time. I'm an anti-fall person.

About 20 minutes later I went to the car and told Dyllon that he really needed to see this.  So, he came out, and walked around and really liked it, and then he surprised me.

I had noticed, while walking around, that there was one place where a entry hole had been dug under the fence.  Well, I sure wouldn't have crawled under.  And, I didn't notice a lady was out there, but HE did.  So, when she came back, he said he wanted to go.  I just shrugged; figured he'd only go out there if he felt safe.  When he slid under the fence, I forced him to take my camera.  He walked quite a way to the "seeing" portion of the rocky area.  And took many photos from my camera and his phone.  Another guy, much larger, seeing him, crawled under the fence.  They both had a good time.

When he was coming back, I told him to give me my camera FIRST, and I would be taking a picture of him sliding under the fence.

So, he did and I did.

We left very shortly after that.  And stopped a number of other times to see areas... huge lakes by dams, for instance.  He went down long stretches of hills, and rocks.  I took photos, but I couldn't risk falling.

Our day was filled with activity.  We got to Cody, went to the dam, went to Yellowstone, reached our motel HOURS later than I had anticipated.  But we did have a goooood day.

And, Hell's Half Acre was one of the most amazing.