Enduring Thick Clouds and Cold

January 16, 2017

This week has been a struggle.  It is rainy with total clouds, (Even though it is supposed to be the dry season), it is windy and cold.  Each day of this week has brought me more oppression by the devil.  Now it is Thursday and we take the motorbike to LaGlah for their weekly Bible study, but the family that we are teaching was not there.  We gave a short worship because all attention had gone to the children who were making a lot of noise and drowning out our words.  Our songs, prayers and Bible promises seemed not to strike any responsive cord.  One lady talked non-stop nonsense all through the worship, dogs barked and chickens squawked.

“Oh Lord, to what purpose is all this?”  I sighed, “But You know what we do not know.”

Going home on that motorbike in cold, wet rain in the steeps is not fun.  Once at home I take a cold bath.  One hour later I am shivering and cannot get warm, so I did something I never did before.  I boiled water and stuck my feet and hands in the hot water!  What relief – oh how good that felt.  Then I turned around behind me to look at the thermometer.  What temperature do you think it is?

70 degrees!!  How totally crazy!  How could I possibly be so cold?

Now it is 56 degrees and you can see your breath in the house.  How cold do you think I am now?

My oppression lifted on Sabbath as I was preaching in our little church. God brought the people from 4 villages that day. So many people came!  Oh how wonderful to see the light of understanding and interest in their eyes. God took hold of that sermon that day because it did not come out as I had prepared it!!!   The Title:  “Lord Save Me!”

“The very time to exercise faith is when we feel destitute of the Spirit.  When thick clouds of darkness seem to hover over the mind, then is the time to let living faith pierce the darkness and scatter the clouds.”  CET 126.3



The Miracle of MaLoWay!

January 15, 2017

“Not by might, now by power, but by My spirit saith the Lord of hosts.” Zechariah 4:6

…..And when that Spirit works it is a beautiful thing!!

Right “Out-of-the-blue,” or you might say, “Out of the woodwork” MaLoWay, age 46, came to see us – the last one you would ever think of who would have any serious thoughts in his mind to change his ways. He had NEVER attended our church, never attended any worships in our village, never prayed, and never even looked at us or greeted us on the pathways. With the exception of the time about a year ago when he got torn across the top of his head by a tree branch while riding on the back of a motorbike and I sutured him up. He has the skinny, gaunt, wiry look of an opium addict, who never takes a bath or washes his clothes. Dirt seems permanently ground into his feet and ankles, hands and face. Opium users hate water.

His house is small and falling down. Opium users cannot care for their homes or gardens.


It was Thursday, December 8, 2016 and MaLoWay stood on our porch and told us that he wanted to quit using opium, could we help him? I looked at him with amazement and joy! I get his history: He has smoked homemade cigarettes and smoked opium ever since he was a small boy, and now he has main lined opium at least twice a day for the past year, which means he uses heroin! I know this is going to be a tough thing for him, only God can change this man from the inside out. I tell him that if he really wants to quit and he is willing to obey us and take the treatments that we give, then we will go all out and do whatever it takes to help him, but we need him to stop opium, smoking, and coffee all three, as each one is addicting and exacerbates the others. He agrees.

Here he is at our house in BYT before leaving for MaeSalit. He is dirty and withdrawn.  He will not look at me or talk to me.

Because he has lived in BYT for many years and easily gets opium from others all around him, we suggest that for the first week, he should come with us out of the village. So we take him to BletJhaw’s house in MaeSalit.

The first 3 days of opium/heroin withdrawal is the worst, so I am prepared with medicine, vitamins and natural detox remedies. I am praying constantly.

Day one is the worst, he is very cold to the bones, and his arms and legs are very painful, (Which is normal), but I am surprised that his blood pressure dropped dangerously, because usually they have hypertension. Now I cannot give him the steam bath, or hot foot bath to cause him to sweat out the toxins, so I called my pharmacist friend in MaeSot, who told me they have a natural Thai herb that absorbs poisons out of the body, and they also can give me something for the hypotension. BletJhaw and I drive all the way to MaeSot for these things and we also buy him new blue jeans and several shirts. All this time, MaLoWay still cannot look me in the face or say one word to me. He always hides his face and draws away, but I continue to minister to him and pray aloud at his side.

On Day 2 he begins to feel much better and wants to go home, in fact he sounds desperate to go home. I think it is because he just wants to get opium and I feel badly and try to coax him to wait a few more days, but he tells us that he will cry and cry if he cannot go home right away! The night before he had a dream that he was putting a shirt on his little girl and he wanted to see his children. It is Sabbath afternoon, we pack up and take him home. What next?

Praise the Lord, on Day 3 he is staying with us in our home in BYT, alive, happy, looking at me, and talking to me! We are feeding him good food, and vitamins, and teaching him how to take a bath with soap and wash his clothes. He scrubs himself clean! We give him the new clothes! BletJhaw gives him a lovely hair cut, and now he looks and acts like a brand new person! A new person he really is! He seems to look at and admire his children like he never really knew them before. He is spending time at our house, playing with his children!

He goes home and cooks the rice for his family. It is like a person who has just come out of a life-long coma and wakes up to be alert and brand new! “If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away: behold, all things are become new!” 2 Corinthians 5:17

MaLoWay’s happy family

Today marks almost 6 weeks that he has remained off Opiates, tobacco and coffee. He told us that a year ago, before mainlining heroin, he had tried to stop opium, but it was painful and terrible – he could not do it, however, this time it was much easier and he was successful.  He knew it was because I prayed for him! He sings our praises.  He tells everyone that when his little girl was born, she and his wife almost died. We had come, treated them and took them to Omkoi hospital and saved their lives. He is so thankful. We tell him that it is not us, but God that gives him the victory, and does the healing, he must thank God and daily call upon Him for help to continue on successfully.

MaLoWay is now attending church and has even had us over to his house to have a special worship with his family!

Right now he is energetically building a new house for his family up the mountain!  Radiance beams from his face.

No hardship is too hard to endure when the rewards are so great! Words cannot express my joy!

If God took this poor man out of the woodwork to save him from sin, then He will do it for others also. It is not our works, but the work of the Holy spirit to convict and convert. I am so encouraged that even now in this place we can see the results of the Holy Spirit upon hearts!

Please pray in your churches and in your home for MaLoWay never to return to the old habits. He needs your prayers.


The King Dies

December 27, 2016

I share the grief of the Thai people as they morn the death of their beloved king, Bhumibol Adulyadej, the worlds longest reigning monarch. King Bhumibol died October 13, 2016 at the age of 88. His reign began suddenly when he was 18 years old, after his brother, the previous king, Ananda Mahidol, was tragically killed in 1946 at the age of 20.

The news reports state: “This king, (Bhumibol Adulyadej) was a solitary constant, a beacon of hope for the Thai’s rich and poor, young and old, rural farmers and urban residents. His majesties selflessness, generosity and compassion will always be remembered.” It seemed the Thai people worshipped him as a god. At his death the people broke down sobbing and weeping in enormous grief.

When I arrived at the Bangkok airport from America, November 7, 2016 a heavy atmosphere of grief and sorrow greeted me. It was a different country than the one I had left 2 months earlier. Here are the sights I saw as I took a taxi ride through Bangkok. We will all wear black for the next year. Buildings, billboards and black streamers keep this king ever before the beholder.




I want to remind the weeping people here in Thailand that there is a God in heaven.

“And in the days of these kings shall the God of heaven set up a kingdom which shall never be destroyed…and it shall stand forever!” Daniel 2:44

Because He is the: “King of Kings and Lord of Lords.” Revelation 16:19

So let us: “Worship Him that made heaven and earth and the sea and the fountains of waters!” Revelation 14:7 For He is our beacon of hope for all people, rich and poor, young and old, rural and urban residents!



December 5, 2016
This is the last time I saw ChaDree

This is the last time I saw ChaDree

ChaDree died last Monday, November 7, 2017.  I was not in BYT that day, but was returning from America 86,000 feet up in the air traveling at 580mph.  Oh how I had wished to see him one more time!  May God be able to save him for heaven is my prayer.

I must write out what is on my heart because we have worked and struggled over ChaDree’s life and salvation more than any other person during our mission service in BYT.  His life has been monumental to us.

ALLOW ME TO REMINISCE:  It was 6 years ago, 2010 when I first met ChaDree.  We would visit his village, LaGlah, every other week to treat the sick.  He told me he had rectal bleeding.  After no other treatment would help him, I concluded that he must go to the hospital to be evaluated for cancer.  ChaDree was very impressed when we continued to walk to his village even during the rainy season, because it is quite a struggle to get there by foot carrying medicine.  He wondered how we could be so happy all the time, really care about the people, and give all the medicine for free.  He wanted to worship the God we served.  He was tired of going to the witch doctor all the time and giving him his cows, chickens, and pig for sacrifices to the devil, with no good results.

DEVIL STRINGS:  One day ChaDree invited us to his house to give worship.  To my amazement he asked us to cut all the devil strings off him and his family.  As the devil strings fell to the floor he made this unforgettable statement:  “Yesterday we worshipped the devil, today we worship God!”  My heart would sing with joy every time we visited him to explain more about God.  He seemed to have some kind of influence on others, and soon 4 families also wanted to worship God.  We visited his village often.  One time after a simple Bible study on Jesus second coming and heaven he said:  “I want to go there, but how can I get there if I don’t know the way?”  We assured him not to worry, because Jesus would take him!

TROUBLE:  One day while BletJhaw was gone and I was alone with a student, ChaDree’s son-in-law came to visit me in BYT.  He told me that ChaDree was sick.   He had not had a bowel movement for 2 weeks, and was suffering abdominal pain – could I come and help him!  I packed my bags immediately and headed to LaGlah village.  It was rainy season, making our walk up the mountains quite slow and laborious.  When we arrived to check him, I concluded that he seemed to have a blocked bowel!  This is very dangerous and life threatening.  An acute abdomen!  How could I get him out by myself with no truck or motorbike, just rain and mud everywhere?  The family called a friend who could meet us way up at the main highway, but we had a long way to walk.  How could ChaDree make it up there in his condition?  We were about to find out as he, his son-in-law, the student, and myself began to climb the mountain.  It took us 2 hours to climb that straight-up mountain.  Because of the rain and slippery mud we had to take our flip-flops off and struggle on.  If it was extremely difficult for me, what was it like for ChaDree?  I prayed for him all the way up as we all kept pulling leaches off our feet.  Finally we reached the summit.  As I looked down at my feet I saw so many leaches that they all looked like giant hairs waving up at me!  We began to walk down the other side on a terrible jungle road.  Finally a truck came along and took us the rest of the way out.  The student took a song tow back to the school and the 3 of us took a song tow to MaeSot, where ChaDree was admitted and expecting surgery the next morning. 

HOSPITAL #1:  In MaeSot I found a motel and returned to the hospital early the next morning, but saw that the doctor had already checked ChaDree and was finishing his rounds in that section.  As he walked past me to go to the next section of patients, I signaled to him and said, “Excuse me could you….”  But this doctor did not want to talk to me.  He was a very large man and he slammed into my chest with his elbow so hard, that it sent me headlong backwards and into the wall!  I was shocked and pained.  I looked at ChaDree who shot straight up from the bed, saying:  “I’m going home!”  I said, “That’s a good idea because if you go to surgery with this doctor, he might kill you!”

HOSPITAL #2:  Now what shall I do?  I prayed and soon found out that Maria, a missionary friend was going to Bangkok to take someone to the airport.  She was willing to take us to the SDA Mission Hospital.  This was a city of refuge for us, I thought. I was certain they would help us.   I was so happy and thankful for the transportation, but it was a long way and I became increasingly worried about ChaDree.  His pain had intensified, so I thought I should take him to the large hospital in TAK.  It was on our way, so we got dropped off there and soon were able to see the doctor.  He promptly told me that my patient must go to the larger hospital in Phisinulok and I would have to pay every bit of the hospital and surgery costs.  I did not have much money, so I called Maria, who in her sweetness, graciously turned around and came back to get us.

HOSPITAL #3:  It takes about 7 hours to get to Bangkok Mission hospital from TAK.  Oh how I prayed that we could get there in time.  I sort of know the American doctor there, because I have called him in the past when in difficult situations.  Now at last I sat at his desk – but I can hardly believe the words I am hearing. 

“No, we cannot do surgery on him here unless you pay the entire bill.  We have had to lay off some of the staff even – you need to take him to ChiangMai.” 

“B–b–but,” I stammer,   “I believe he has an emergencey – even a blocked bowel!”

“Sorry.”  Came the reply.

I implored my poor sweet friend Maria the next morning if she would please take us to the bus station because I need to go to Chiang Mai.

HOSPITAL #4:  We get on the early morning bus because it takes 9 or 10 hours by bus to get to Chiang Mai from Bangkok.  I wish you could have looked in on us.  ChaDree is filthy dirty and very sick.  He wears a shirt so dirty that you cannot determine what the original color had been.  It is torn and ragged.  He wears a lungee, (Man’s skirt).  Because of his physical condition, his bowels are leaking and a horrible smell exudes all around him.  Thai people are fastidiously tidy and clean.  They look with disgust at my patient and scramble away trying to find an empty seat as far away as possible.  I don’t look too good myself, as I have come immediately scrambling out of the jungle, to face the culture shock of city life.  Every time the bus would stop for breaks, ChaDree would go to the bathroom.  He would stay a very long time, until the bus started to pull away!  I had to call out:  “Wait, wait, please!” to the driver, then I would run into the building and yell into the men’s bathroom calling ChaDree to come out.  I felt so sorry for this man suffering and putting up with such pain and anxiety.  I would do whatever it takes to help him, if only somebody else felt the same way, but they were all only disgusted with him and his problem.  How does Jesus and all of heaven feel as they watch this dreadful scene?  This man is just as important to God as the king of Thailand.

I somehow managed to get ChaDree into the Maha-Rah training hospital in Chaing Mai.  We were placed in an outpatient department and told that we could not see the doctor until the morning because we were too late.  I was praying unceasingly for ChaDree.  How could he possibly wait so long?  Somehow the night passed – no sleep for me.  The next morning we wait in a crowded waiting room for our turn to see the doctor.  It takes hours.  Finally a doctor checked ChaDree and then said to me:  “You are in the wrong place.  You will have to pay all the money for him here.  You need to go to Omkoi hospital!”  I am appalled because Omkoi is 7 hours away in another direction and they don’t even do surgery!  So I tell the doctor that is impossible, could you please check my patient for a blocked bowel, I think he has an emergency!  This man was mean and told us to go wait in the waiting room.

I went to Social Services at this point because once before at this hospital they had paid the entire cost for a girl I had brought needing abdominal surgery.  However in that department I met with a different person who was cold as ice.  He said:   “You need to learn where to take patients, you can’t just go anywhere!”  I was crying at this time, but my biggest cry was to the Lord:  “Oh Lord You must please help us.  You know how to help ChaDree, You know I am doing my best!”  I feel totally helpless and alone, but God is love. God cares. He is my One and only best Friend in the world!

Finally we get in to see the doctor the second time.  This time he says he will order a KUB.  (Upright xray of the bowel).  If it is an emergency he will stay, if not he must go.  Fair enough I thought, and waited the results.  When the xray came back the doctor could not read it, so he called in another woman doctor who took one look at it and exclaimed:  “This is a blocked bowel!  This is an emergency!  Admit him!

“Thank you dear Lord!”

WAITING:  Poor ChaDree, even though he is admitted now, he does not get his surgery that day or the next.  Surgery is full.  He has to wait his turn.  Three days later he goes to surgery and receives a colostomy.  Later he will return to get the rectal cancer removed.  I take many long trips to this hospital with ChaDree for follow-ups.  After that second operation, he was told he needed lung surgery because of a spot on the lung.  I returned with him for that surgery, but when it came right up to the time of surgery he refused and we went home!  He said his friend had 3 surgeries and the 3rd time he died.

CHADREE’S LAST YEARS:  ChaDree lasted 6 more years – some days were good, some bad.  He reverted to opium, of which I could scarcely blame him to handle the pain and discomfort.  We came every week as much as possible to give him IV’s and encouragement from God’s word. We shared the wonderful words of life!  He seemed to understand and remember more of the truths of the Bible than others in his village.  I have prayed and pleaded with God for his salvation. I know that God understands where he has come from and can save him.  His will be done.

THE FUNERAL:  BletJhaw told me later that someone called him from BYT on November 7 when ChaDree died.  They needed him to come and do the funeral because he had asked for a Christian burial and nobody knew how.  BletJhaw had never done a funeral service before, but he studied and went.  He gave the people the hope of the final resurrection morning.   Some of the people wanted to do their own half-devil, half-Buddhist ceremony, but that was not allowed, unless they did it on their own in another place.  The people of LaGlah village are very stoical.  Nobody cried or showed any emotion.  I am so glad I was not there, because tears are coming to my eyes even now, as consider a valuable life ended and with it is the deciding factor of his eternal destiny. 

“Oh dear Lord, may I be faithful to bring your gospel to the people here while they are still living and while there is still a little window of time!  More earnestly I will work for You!  Thank you loving Lord.”



December 5, 2016

What warm greetings awaited me on my return from America – like only my Karen people of the jungle mountains can give!  I thought perhaps all the people would miss my medical care and the convenience of it – not me!  But O what a surprise!  – hugs, love and gifts!

God is so good to place me here.  He gives me more energy, zeal and earstness to do His work each day!





Summary of my Furlough in America

November 9, 2016

Here are some of my appointments in America this year:

September 2-4: Three presentations for FaithCamp East held at
Laurelbrook Academy

September 24: Sermon in Apison TN SDA Church
Sabbath evening program 7p.m. Apison SDA

October 1: Sermon at EastRidge SDA church

October 8: Sabbath School at Floral Crest SDA church

October 8:  Presentation at Garden Plaza, Oolteway TN

October 14: Question an Answer program, Garden Plaza

October 25: Presentation at Misty Meadows Elementary GA

October 29: Sermon at a Karen Church in Chapel Hill, N.

November 5: Sermon at Village Chapel, McDonnald TN
I was hoping I could bring a Karen worker back with me to BYT this time, as we wanted BletJhaw to continue studying the Thai language, however nobody was found to be available.

I also really want my people in the jungles to see that there are other SDAs who are excited about obeying the 10 commandments and are getting ready for heaven besides BletJhaw and I! I felt that after 6 years the people were ready for evangelistic meetings.

Pastor Jimmy Shwe at Chapel Hill N. Carolina, invited me to preach in his Karen church October 29. He is a church planting consultant for the North American Division and involved in Adventist Refugee and Immigrant Ministries. This was truly a divine appointment!  This energetic, earnest worker for God is a successful church planter, and has started many schools and SDA churches along the Thai and Burma border, and now also in America! I was so privileged to stay in his house and get to know him and his lovely family. We discussed the needs in BYT and I asked him if he could come and do an evangelistic series in BYT. He has agreed to do this, busy as he is,
and I am overjoyed at the plans we laid for December 7, 2017!  My heart is overflowing with thankfulness to God!
This is a photo of pastor Jimmy and his family.



I have found so much support from the American people during this furlough! I am so thankful for their companionship and prayers! My heart is overflowing with joy as I return to Thailand to resume my work, knowing that God will continue to do great things for the Karen people in the mountains!

Thank you for your continued prayers!


Sad but wonderful!

August 18, 2016

Today is Monday, August 15 – a sad sad day for me! You see it is the last day for us to be in BYT before I go to America. I have preached my last sermon, we have gone to all the villages we possibly can to give our last worship and encourage the people to please remember Jesus! Today we will hike to MeDeLeGwee village where the people never seem to remember any of our worship talks about God! It is a long ways away and it is raining. However I am so happy to get to see these people one last time. I am also happy because I have rubber boots instead of flip flops. They have better traction, and you don’t mind slushing through all the mud and water, but they are too big for me, even with large socks.

Our back packs feel heavy as we start out, but the rain is slowing down. We go through the flat rice paddy and then head straight up the mountain.


It is so very steep, and the ground being this wet is more slippery than ice.


The pathway splits in 2 different directions, confusing us, because it wasn’t like this last time we came. We chose the wrong way, and ended up needlessly climbing another huge mountain.


Things did not look right – we have lost our way! After several more wrong turns on the jungle pathways, we found out that we were going halfway to MooDooKey village!

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(So far out of our way). Neither of us have watches, so we had no idea how long we walked, but our shoulders, backs, and legs told us that we went a really long way!


At one point during the walk out, I walked into a big mud bog which suctioned onto my feet and I walked right out of my large boots! Now my walk is exceptionally uncomfortable!

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Praise the Lord. It was all worth it and more!




Even though it is a small village, we were able to have worship in 2 different homes after treating the patients! I told the creation story with the small pictures from ‘My Bible First’ If you could only have been present to see the people enthralled by the pictures, and struggling to understand the whole thing. Then to watch them fold their hands, bow their heads, still trying to understand the prayer. I know God can bring understanding and bless these people during our absence.

The walk home was much quicker because we made no wrong turns and it is mostly downhill, even though it is too straight-down for comfort! Nothing comfortable about this walk in the mud and in the rain!

We didn’t have much time to clean up and get ready for our Monday night Bible study at DuPe’s house. I am wondering in my heart, if these people will miss me as much as I will miss them. My heart is indeed heavy I am wondering if all they will miss is the convenient medical care –but – away with these thoughts, because tonight I will tell the crucifixion story, and tell them at the end that Jesus still feels the pain when we disobey him. It was a lovely group of people tonight! Even BeeHtu and his wife came and many others. The Holy Spirit took control of that meeting and I am sure hearts were touched. I know my heart was even more touched as DuPe and his wife held onto my hands for the group photo afterwards, and they hugged and hugged me, crying on my neck, saying how much they will miss me. I was so surprised and so elated because this tells me they are hungering and thirsting after Jesus. He is the One that has given them this love!


After this study another man asked us to go to his house. He wanted us to do a worship for them too! What a blessing! Some of the others came also. Even though we have struggled all day in the mud and rain, and feel very tired, my heart is singing. I know that it is God’s will for me to go to America at this time, therefore I know He will take care of my dear mountain people until we meet again!

It is late when we sleep, but we must leave at the crack of dawn – the first leg of my journey to America!  This story next.


Gone Crazy

August 2, 2016



Someone has just had a very close brush with death. His name is QueeDee, a BYT man – we know him well. He is 36 years old and he has gone crazy. But why?

Sabbath morning, July 23, BletJhaw went through the village of BYT and felt something was not right. People were on the pathway going this way and that. Tragedy was in the air. There was an ominous sense that something had gone terribly wrong. What was it? What happened?

That evening we found out that QueeDee had taken an overdose of the dreadful “Horse medicine!” The people in all the villages have this drug. When taken in small doses it gives them super human strength and enduring energy. They can work all day and all night and not get weary. When too much is taken, or combined with drinking and opium, this drug becomes fatal or ‘fries the brain,’ giving life-time disabilities. We know people who have become terminally crazy.

QueeDee had mixed alcohol, opium and horse medicine on that fateful Friday night. He had experienced a sudden explosive reaction and taken off racing through the jungle, naked, and in a mad, frenzied attempt to commit suicide. Some men in the village tried to grab him and stop him, but he was much too strong for their combined efforts. He ran so fast nobody could possibly stop him. He hung himself on 2 different trees in the jungle that night, but miraculously and providentially the trees were both young and bent under his weight – he did not die!

QueeDee is still alive. He came back home that Sabbath morning. Late Monday night he came to our house asking for sleeping medicine. He had not slept a wink since this episode. He was nervous, jerky and only half dressed. He looked horrible I studied his face, it was haggard the lines deepened, his skin dry, and eyes glassy. I asked questions but could not tell how this had effected his mind. I do not have sleeping medicine, but I have direct access to the God of Heaven who is alone able to dispel the demons of darkness and free a person from the iron grip of the enemy of souls, giving peace and joy in return. My mind went to the lovely story of the 2 demoniacs in the land of the Gadarenes in Mark chapter 5. Those 2 men had over 6000 demons in them, but with a word from Jesus they all went instantly into the pigs.

God has saved QueeDee’s life so that he can have another chance to find Jesus.

Oh that all my people of the mountains would be set free by Jesus, their bad habits disappearing with the pigs! Oh that they may be found, sitting and clothed and in their right minds at Jesus feet, rejoicing in a brand new life that only He can give. Oh that they would then go back to their villages and tell how great things God hath done for them!!!

This is my prayer today!

Won’t you please pray for QueeDee?








Bright Light in the Darkness!

July 7, 2016


There have been a lot of disheartening things going on lately. The devil has so many things sliding backwards. I even asked the Lord one day if He was indicting for me to change my location to another village – what did He want me to do – keep pressing on through the dark, stormy night?  Never-the-less, the Lord has His hand on me and I will not be discouraged I will not loose courage and my faith will not grow dim because His precious hand is on me! Encouragement came – a cup of blessing that He held to my lips!

It was Sabbath night. A lady, LaCher, came to see us from GeGhah village: “Please come and take my husband, DeeTee to the hospital. He has a lot of pain in his leg. Oh do come with the truck right now!” BletJhaw and I looked at each other. It has been raining, the pathways are mud, slime, very steep and it is dark. Some places have broken away right into the river. We do not know the true condition of this man until we see him. Sometimes it is no where near as bad as the people say, but sometimes it is much much worse. We decided we would take the motorbike early in the morning.

The man was indeed in extreme pain. I felt so sorry for him and determined after examination that he should be taken out for x-rays – probably a herniated disc from working on his house, hope it doesn’t rupture. Now we return home to get the truck. This was no small job we were tackling. The roads were worse because rainy season had begun, and the way the truck has to go is way further than the motorbike. It has to go in a huge circle all the way around just to get to GeGhah. It will take us 5 hours to get him to the hospital. I am so proud of BletJhaw, he is willing to drive even though the rain is coming and in our minds eye we can just see those dangerous areas and our hearts are shrinking from them!






Finally we’re loaded and go. The whole trip and hospital visit was what you might call a nightmare and very wearing. However we were glad that we had helped the people.

Two weeks later, LaCher came to us again. Her husband is doing a little better, but this time she said they wanted us to come and have a worship in their home. They had heard the prayers and listened to what we said about our Living God during the time we spent together and wanted to know more!! That day was sweeter than all the dark days put together! I told the gospel story very simply and why we worship the true, living God in heaven. These people sincerely listened. LaCher brought scissors and asked us to please cut off their devil strings. They wanted to change and learn how to worship this true, living God in heaven.










All the devil trinkets and Buddha idols were taken down and thrown away!

All the devil trinkets and Buddha idols were taken down and thrown away!

Please pray for them as we will begin Bible studies in their home as often as we can.

“The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light. They that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.” Isaiah 9:2


Where is Home for You?

July 6, 2016


My real home is in BYT, but I feel like I really am not truly at home anywhere. There are no family members, no life-long friends, nobody to share my deepest thoughts and feelings with.  I am the only American in all my villages here.  I have laid my head down to sleep in so many different places since living in Thailand, that I couldn’t possibly count them all. Usually I am alone. Many times I have felt lonely and very homeless, but this world is not my home, I really don’t need to feel at home here. I am just passing through. Every time I have sadly reflected on the reality of my ‘ alone-ness’ the Lord has personally come to me!  He puts His arms around me and whispers into my ear. One time He said:

“I shall shortly see you and we shall speak face to face!!” 3John 14

Yet another time He said:

“I am your strong habitation, whereunto you may continually resort.” Psalm 71.

Instantly I am right at home – so at peace and filled with joy. How can I feel homeless or alone?  This is Jesus speaking to me personally!  I am right at home with Him!
Another time He came to me in a song by Christian Burdahl:

Though you are homeless, though you’re alone. I will be your home!
Whatever’s the matter, whatever’s been done, I will be your home!

I will be your home. I will be your home!
In this fearful fallen place. I will be your home!

Time reaches fulness when I move My hand. I will bring you home!
Home to your own place in a beautiful land. I will bring you home!

We are all really going home soon my friends. Let’s just look forward to that home more each day. All the people around us are our family. God is giving us precious little time right now to help them get ready to live with us forever! Let’s not just settle down comfortably in our own homes with our own family and our own friends and ignore the lost around us. Go and work more earnestly than ever before. Even if no one goes with you.  Your homelessness only will bring you more family in heaven!

So the question is:  Where is home for you?
Answer:  Anywhere is home, as long as you are in the center of His will.