It is amazing the difference a year makes. Today as I watched the mainland of Africa disappear behind us and the waters of the Indian Ocean stretch out ahead, absent from my mind was the fear of the unknown that had occupied my thoughts during last year's flight from Johannesburg to Antananarivo. Instead, I was filled with an abiding peace in the knowledge that not only have we done this before, but that God was amazingly faithful in the way He took care of us. Whatever might lie ahead, we know that we are in God's hands.
We are overjoyed to now be back in Madagascar. Since the day we left last year, all we could think about was our return. Even though I was rather sick by the end of last year's trip, I didn't want to leave. It is probably the children that I have missed the most -- their smiling faces, their beautiful songs, their ever-running noses. So many of the kids are sick and there is little medical care available to them. I remember last year holding a beautiful little infant in my arms. The child's chest was distended and deformed and its breathing betrayed lungs filled with fluid. There was little chance the child would live much longer. But I prayed for that precious little one, trusting in the truth that Jesus is the healer. I never saw the child again, but believe that the child is in Jesus' arms - either on earth or in heaven.
Tonight we are overnight in Antananarivo. Tomorrow we fly to Toliara. On Friday, our ministry begins with an evangelistic healing outreach in a local village. We will be showing the Jesus Film and then praying for the sick and demonized. Come Holy Spirit! Lord, confirm your Word with miracles and power! On Saturday, we spend a day teaching local village kids. Shay or Abigail will post a future update on fun things we have planned for them.
Thank you everyone for your prayers. We feel incredibly uplifted.
Blessings and peace!
Bruce
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