It has now been around three weeks since a sickness pummeled me and left me flat on my back. Many of our Haitian friends were sick too. Virus. Epidemic. Malady. Satanic attack. These were many of the words that came to my mind during this trial. The only way I can describe how I felt is that I had been hit by a steam roller, a freight train, and a Mack truck all rolled into one. Congestion, coughing (hacking’s a better word), neck and head pain, and an earache were but a few of the symptoms. Yet, the heavy weight of fatigue was the worst. It enveloped me like a thick blanket and sapped me of all my energy.  At times, I wondered if I would ever feel even semi-normal again.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of you who have been praying for me. I am truly indebted to you! Please don’t hesitate to let us know that you need prayer. One of our goals in the near future is to have a room set aside in Petite Anse just for prayer – prayer for the sick, prayer for deliverance of all kinds, prayer for the nation of Haiti and all nations, prayers for Rehoboth Ministries, and especially prayer for our supporters who are the backbone behind this great work.