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Jesus totally transforms lives!

Today we went to Lar Davis, a beautiful Christian orphanage here, where some of the kids we know live. It was so touching to see C. and I.M., sisters who come from very difficult circumstances, so well. They are beautiful and the oldest one, C., said her dream is to be a singer and a missionary in the community she comes from. Thinking back to the state she was in 3 years ago when she was taken to the orphanage, it is impossible to say that God does not do miracles. He does!

I also saw L. who just turned 12. He was one of the boys in my little discipleship group from Oitão Preto, I led when I was here. One of the 10 who taught me lots of patience (smiles). He is thriving at the orphanage and continues to read his Bible, pray and memorise Bible-verses. It is good for him to be in a more structured environment as his mum, who is a single-mum, wasn’t able to control him anymore and it was dangerous for him. Still, it leaves me longing to see a solution that doesn’t involve moving the child away from the family, but rather provide sufficient support for the parents who want to raise their children to do so. Every case is different and I don’t know all the details. But it definitely keeps me praying. Praying for God to strengthen the value of family and praying for “SHINE”, the community development part of “My Father’s House”. Praying that God would keep using and anointing them to make a difference to the community and families living there.

That’s it for now. I am now based in the city, and tomorrow I’m off to the community to join with them in their intercession there. In the afternoon I’ll go into the city centre. I know I’m going to meet many familiar faces, and am praying for God to strengthen my heart as I meet them, as I know that some of them are really doing badly.

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