The Power of Prayer

My new job is trucking. I am trucking supplies to the needy all over Thailand. I added extra springs on our old truck and new tires to take the extra weight. I am starting to look at the bigger trucks that can handle even more weight. We have 650,000 kilometers on the old Toyota but it is still doing well. Owe about 1,200 USD on it if anyone wants to pay it off. They called to hound us again today so I gave them what I had in my pocket. Not enough but they let me keep the truck. It is little weak on power in the really steep mountains, I found out last weekend, but I made the climb. One is never satisfied with what they have. That is the human in us. God takes good care of our needs not my wants.
So many are bringing us so much we have to keep giving it away. Last weekend we had a slow weekend for groups and I made two big trips and a few small ones and still the store room has a lot. It appears to be another new part of the ministry here that God has entrusted to us. I have always enjoyed driving so it is a good thing for me to do. Just wish I was a little younger. Traveling alone is easy because I can stop and sleep in the truck for a few minutes or a couple of hours then go again. I cannot justify a hotel that often. Many of the small truckers here sleep like I do in the truck. We have another big group this weekend along with two smaller groups so I need to rest up. One of the biggest problems is now fuel. Pray for that.
I was going to write last week but had to wait because I could not handle what I was feeling at the time. Being here and seeing what I see and knowing what I know is not easy for me many times. Sometime I want to cry and do. Sometimes I get so angry with what humans can do to another human. A couple of weeks ago a man raped his 1 ½ year old step daughter. Broke some of her bones trying to get her to stop crying. Then mom came home, seen the blood on her vagina and poured boiling water down her throat to stop her from crying. The neighbors called the police but the baby died at the hospital that night. Thank God! There were pictures of it on FB but not in the news article. They were just too horrible to see. Sorry that is the softest I could tell the story. I know most of you can do nothing to help physically so PRAY. We need to pray against the evil of this world and that is against satan himself. We need to stand in the gap between right and evil and pray to allow God to write the wrongs. I do not want to hear of why does God allow it? I do not understand. But when I feel so enraged in my heart I cannot imagine what God feels and sees. He wants us to pray. He tells us to pray. He even has the Holy Spirit pray for us in words we do not know because then, He can do what we have not even asked for. I do not sit and ponder long on that which I will never understand. My job is to do what I can to save who I can anyway possible. Many of our children have been abused. Some raped, some broken bones by parents in anger. I hear from Phimpha the stories of what they have gone through. Is it any wonder some cry and run screaming when mom shows up. It is not uncommon here or around the world. We need to open our eyes and do what we can. God has given us much to work with, blessed us abundantly and we need to use what we have to help others. It is only human. Love your neighbor as yourself is what Jesus told us to do. Not to look the other way and think it is not our concern. We will answer for it one day. Start with those close by and just do. Pray!!!
I need to stop before I really get going. I do not have the tact that Phimpha has. The burdens we feel on our hearts are from God. It is Him in us. When we do not answer that burden we harden our hearts. Allow yourself to feel the pain. Then do.


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