It’s hard to believe we’ll be flying to Thailand in a week; it seems like we just got to KL. I guess time flies when you’re somewhere you love! Let me fill you in on what ministry has looked like this last week:
Ryan and I have been teaching a class of about 30 eight-thirteen year-olds at a Myanmar refugee school. These children and their families have escaped the genocide and persecution that is occurring in their home. These refugees are forced to pay the Malaysian government large amounts of money to just stay here; extortion seems to be pretty prevalent here.
The class has been a huge blessing to me. From 10-2:30 each day it’s just us and these kids. We teach them English, Bible stories, songs, and play games (there favorite is NINJA)! I never would have guessed I could function in the capacity of an elementary school teacher, especially with no training, but God’s shown me that there are endless possibilities within my limits; I’m learning to harness the gifts I’ve been given, and be confident in them.
Last Saturday we went to a street feeding program, where each weekend over 100 homeless and poor are fed a high-quality meal and told about Jesus. We talked to the man who started it, and found out he has been there every single Saturday for the last 11 years; he hasn’t missed one! They use a catering service from a rehab center, so that way they financially support the center, and the people being served are being done so by people who used to be in their shoes. The entire system is so effective. I was really impressed. I got the chance to talk to a few people, including a guy named Robert, who I ended up seeing at the church service on Sunday back at the restaurant. One of the young guys there, while we were talking to him, had a seizure. We prayed over him; I hope it’s the last he will ever see, and that his epilepsy is officially gone.
This weekend Curt, Ryan, Tim, and I went into 5 different villages in the Slim River area, and taught Bible stories, shared testimony, acted out skits, lead some songs, and prayed over people.
 In one of the villages Saturday night, we were introduced to a woman who had gotten prayed over by a group of missionaries 9 months previous. The woman had been barren, and they had prayed that she would be with child; today I got to pray that her delivery (which was due the next day) would be smooth and that she and the baby would be healthy.
I preached a sermon Sunday morning at one of the villages; God once again taught me that I can do more than I think I am capable of. That seems to be a theme lately.
