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I have long believed that God still heals today, just as He did in the times of Biblical writings. I have heard many stories of physical healing that has taken place right in front of people. I have also heard of internal healing from terminal illnesses.

Christle’s grandfather had a disease that no one else, to our knowledge, has ever recovered from. He has no signs of it anymore.

While I didn’t see any physical healing or hear of any healing that took place on our mission trip to Peru, I have experienced a physical healing myself while I was there.

For about 6-8 months before the trip, I had been developing several callouses on the bottom of my right heel. They had gotten very deep. Mom said that if I didn’t go to a doctor to take care of it soon enough, I could have some major problems in the future.

I remember looking at them the night before I left for Peru, hoping that they wouldn’t hinder our trip. They had already been causing me pain while walking.

On Sunday, we spent hours standing in the front of the church praying for others. While I did witness things I had never seen before, I did not see physical healing take place, and I was a little bummed about it, because I had heard that it happens more frequently on mission trips outside of the States because those people have nothing else to turn to other than faith in God. My only reasoning available was that I apparently didn’t have enough faith. Trust me, I saw things that God could have healed right in front of me, and I would have been able to SEE it.

On the flight out there, I remember my foot hurting while I was standing in the back of the plane for a while. I don’t recall it hurting for the remainder of the trip. The day after we got back, when I had a break at work, I thought about those callouses because I came to the realization that they didn’t hurt. I removed my boot and sock, and my heal looked perfect. I even removed my other boot and sock to make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, but it looked perfect, as well.

I know callouses on my foot will not sound like a big deal to a lot of people. Compared to some scriptural healing, it is nothing. But God took a potential burden out of my life, and I didn’t even have to waste one minute looking for a doctor.

God 1-upped me and instead of showing me His healing power through my sight, He touched and healed me!

We landed in Houston around 6am yesterday, and drove into Winnie around 8:30.  It was a fantastic father’s day.  Not looking forward to a return to the standard routine.  I’ve got to work hard to make sure I can go again.

I can honestly say that I’ve never been so happy to see Christle and the girls as I was yesterday morning.

We arrived in Huanuco around 5pm today. No one in our party has spent the night here. Our drive from Tingo Maria went well, except for the one person who got motion sickness, and the taxi that Pastor Kevin was in broke down 15 minutes outside of Tingo Maria… He caught another one quite quickly.

We ate at a restaurant one block from our hotel, and then had a reflective conversation for a few hours. It was really good.

I just got off of Skype with Christle and am headed to bed… Goodnight!

We´ve been making progress over the past few days.  Monday, all we did was put 100 corner posts together for 25 bunk beds.  It is a lot harder than I thought it would be.  I´ll post a picture of what they look like if I can remember.

Monday night we went to minister on the street.  Apparently, the pastor of the church we are visiting got a permit to do a service on the street.  We brought sound equipment with us and within a few minutes of setting up,there were nearly 200 people surrounding us around 9:45pm.  At the end of the service, around 30 people came to the altar call, and we know that 6 gave their lives to Christ for the first time!

Yesterday, we worked hard at the orphanage until around 2:45, and we went to a village just outside of town known as Shipibo.  They live on the river, a 5 minute walk from outsiders, and speak a completely different dialect from the rest of the Peruvians.  It looked like the village had about 40 people living there.  We returned to the orphanage last night and worked until we finished building the beds somewhere around 9:45.

Today our goal is to finish grinding off exposed screw tips, sanding where we need to sand, and stain the beds.

We are returning to Huanaco one day early because the forcast right now includes rain every day, and that rain could delay us if we try to make it last minute.  If we waited until then, we could miss our flight out of Huanaco if there were any complications.  We will still be leaving Huanaco on Friday and leaving Lima late Saturday night.

Today we begin working on the beds at the orphanage. We want to increase the number of children they can take in so that there’s less children sleeping on the street at night. They are very poor here.

17 of us came to Peru from Winnie. So far, no one has gotten sick and everyone is staying safe. We start our journey home on Friday and actually land in Houston on Sunday, June 20th around 6:30am… At least, that’s the plan.

The night we stayed in Lima was very short, but I did not sleep very well at all.  We arrived in Tingo Maria yesterday around 4:15pm, ate dinner around 7:30pm, and just enjoyed not being in a vehicle.

I slept great last night, as did everyone else that I know of.  They were raving about the coffee last night and this morning at breakfast, so I decided to have a cup… and then I had a second cup.  Cane sugar is so much better than the stuff we´re used to.

We´re attending a church service in about a quarter of an hour and then we´re doing two services with a translator this evening.  I´m really looking forward to it.

Keep us in your prayers, and ask God to lead us in every step we take.

I’ve got most of my packing done and I’ve made most of the preparations.  I’ve got my passport ready and bought travel insurance.  I’ll do my best to keep you updated of the progress.

Thank you for all the support, financial and spiritual.  Please continue to pray for our team and that we allow God to lead and work through us.

We’re leaving Winnie on Friday at noon, and plan to arrive in Lima, Peru around 11:30PM.  As far away as we’re going, we’re going to be in the same time zone!

Every Day I have to start the cycle over again.  Giving my life over to God is currently a struggle.  My body fights to maintain control, but I have to submit to Him.  I fail often, but not as often as I did before.  I have a headache.

I’ve raised most of the money needed for the Peru mission trip in June!  Or shall I say, God has provided almost all the money needed for the mission trip.  Thanks, Mom, for all your help, too.

I’m not planning to just quit soda.  I’m going to ween myself.  I usually bring 4 in my cooler to work every day.  Tomorrow, I’m going to replace 2 of them with water bottles.

Next week, I’m going to replace another.  The following week, I’m just going to bring water.  The week after that I’m going to go without soda.  I know it will be difficult because I’ve been without soda for a few hours… it’s an addiction.  I have to have a plan, though, and this is the best I can come up with.

God Bless!

I have spent countless hours wasting time on an online game.  I’m not gonna say what game, because then I might actually be guilty of hooking someone else into it’s claws.  It’s a fun game where you work with others around the world, building cities, making friends and enemies alike.  It’s free to play and interesting to see how a game like that changes with online interaction.

I started out on it innocent enough… looked interesting, met a few people.  The game requires time to build and interact to make it great.  If I were single, I could have maintained it and not let it control my time.  However, it was taking way too much of my time.  I gave it up today.  Well, I’m gonna log on to send a message to my former co-players, but after that, I wont log back on.

Time is one of our most precious commodities.  It is limited, as gold is limited.  The longer it takes to realize that, the less time there is to correct it.  So long, unnamed game.