THE RAINY SEASON HAS HIT US!

As I write, light­ning is flash­ing and thun­der is rolling, as rain drops tap on my tin roof. It’s a nice sound as long as one is safe­ly INDOORS when all this hap­pens. The cool­er weath­er that hits while it is rain­ing is a wel­come relief from the hot temps and high humid­i­ty. Great thing about our rains is that is most­ly rains in the after­noons or at night, giv­ing us the morn­ings to tend to our work load.

 

The BBC motor­bike team is com­plete­ly out­fit­ted with rain jack­ets and pants for they usu­al­ly go out in the ear­ly morn­ing dry, but some­times get back when it is already rain­ing. So DE BUNNY and her mar­velous staff and Pas­tors will keep doing the Lord’s work as weath­er permits.

 

 

KIDS AND NOISE GO TOGETHER, AS OUR YOUTH PUMP WATER, MAKE JOKES, AND HAVE A GREAT TIME AT OUR WATER WELL.

 

 

GENONO (JEN-NO-NO), THE OLDEST OF OUR CHURCH MEMBERS, WALKED 3 MILES TO BRING ME 4 NEW BASKETS HE’D MADE.

I was so sur­prised when I looked up from my work at our corn barn to see Genono slow­ly walk­ing towards me. This jol­ly old timer has no idea how old he is, but he loves Jesus with all his heart!

 

When he could not walk at all, and every­one thought he would sure­ly die, JESUS RAISED HIM UP!  I was there when Genono was car­ried by friends to our first church meet­ing under a tree in Rovu­ma vil­lage.  (Sound a bit like the lame man low­ered through the roof by friends so Jesus could lay hands on him?)  GENONO HEARD AND BELIEVED what we told him about JESUS THE HEALER, and by the time church was over, Genono was DANCING TO THE LORD!  The group of men who attend­ed, all non-believ­ers, left IN SHOCK!!!!  It was a great heal­ing mir­a­cle and this “young” old man is still shuf­fling along today (10 years later).

 

Genono is still an active farmer, but his hoe was com­plete­ly worn out. Just a nub of met­al on a stick, as he car­ried it with him today to show me.

 

 

He makes his liv­ing in the “off sea­son” of farm­ing by mak­ing these beau­ti­ful bas­kets that our fos­ter moth­ers dear­ly love. I expect he planned to buy a new hoe with the mon­ey from his bas­kets.  When I fetched him a new hoe from our stock, along with pay­ment for his bas­kets, he began to clap and tears were run­ning down his face. A big Genono hug, which he is famous for, was my reward. See­ing his JOY was all it took to “make my day”.

 

Our pick-up truck took him home as my dri­ver was fetch­ing our brick lay­ers who were repair­ing the Pastor’s house  in his village.

This man is a walk­ing mir­a­cle who loves the Lord with all his heart.

 

FRUIT HARVESTED FROM THE LOVE YOU SEND SO WE CAN SHARE IT WITH OTHERS.

 

BLESSINGS,

BUSH BUNNY BRENDA LANGE

AND THE BALAMA STAFF