remembering His miracles.
This is present Jed checking in, writing to remind future Jed of the wonders His God has done for him once again. Remember, and be a witness for His miracles still.
Miracle 1:
A total of 175 liters of white paint was used for all the walls - both inside and out. Since we kept underestimating the amount of paint needed, we constantly sent the Pastor out to town to help us get more paint. At our 150 liter of paint, we opened the next bucket, and continued to paint, ignoring the signs that something was amiss.
Wet white paint always looked darker and slightly off-white, so when the new bucket of paint looked greyish-blue, we ignored it and continued to paint the bald patches in, and touch-up the already painted walls as well. Only much too late did we discover that it wasn't white paint. Omgwtfbbq! Srsly.
Needless to say we were all damn sian and broken inside, since it was the last day. We really didn't wanna leave with a half-assed job done, even if we really couldn't finish it. The faith demonstrated by Gosu really held the group together during the trip and stretched our faith beyond our usual doubting self.
Gosu: "Aiyah, if God can turn water to wine, He can turn blue paint to white."
A simple prayer uttered before lunch, and when we came back, the walls were all white.
Miracle 2:
The nights at our mission field were hot, sticky, and full of mosquitoes, flies and sandflies. After a hard day's work, all we were looking forward to was our bath and sleep. Sleep didn't come easy, especially for Dan and I, since we needed cool weather.
The last night, after the whole greyish-blue paint incident, when all of us were almost at our breaking points, Gosu encouraged us all.
Gosu: "We'll pray for cool weather tonight."
Dan: "Yeah, ask for snow while you're at it."
Gosu: "The prayer of a righteous man availeth much. We'll get cool weather tonight."
So, we all slept, on top of our sleeping bags, legs uncovered, in shorts, and with the windows and doors open, prepared for another night of humid weather and sweat.
The night came, and while Dan and I finally got the weather we could sleep in (and sleep we did!), the others were shivering in their places.
This happened in Indonesia, Bintan, Tanjong Pinang. Without so much as rain, and the night was cold. Our God is indeed a Miracle Maker.
Miracle 1:
A total of 175 liters of white paint was used for all the walls - both inside and out. Since we kept underestimating the amount of paint needed, we constantly sent the Pastor out to town to help us get more paint. At our 150 liter of paint, we opened the next bucket, and continued to paint, ignoring the signs that something was amiss.
Wet white paint always looked darker and slightly off-white, so when the new bucket of paint looked greyish-blue, we ignored it and continued to paint the bald patches in, and touch-up the already painted walls as well. Only much too late did we discover that it wasn't white paint. Omgwtfbbq! Srsly.
Needless to say we were all damn sian and broken inside, since it was the last day. We really didn't wanna leave with a half-assed job done, even if we really couldn't finish it. The faith demonstrated by Gosu really held the group together during the trip and stretched our faith beyond our usual doubting self.
Gosu: "Aiyah, if God can turn water to wine, He can turn blue paint to white."
A simple prayer uttered before lunch, and when we came back, the walls were all white.
Miracle 2:
The nights at our mission field were hot, sticky, and full of mosquitoes, flies and sandflies. After a hard day's work, all we were looking forward to was our bath and sleep. Sleep didn't come easy, especially for Dan and I, since we needed cool weather.
The last night, after the whole greyish-blue paint incident, when all of us were almost at our breaking points, Gosu encouraged us all.
Gosu: "We'll pray for cool weather tonight."
Dan: "Yeah, ask for snow while you're at it."
Gosu: "The prayer of a righteous man availeth much. We'll get cool weather tonight."
So, we all slept, on top of our sleeping bags, legs uncovered, in shorts, and with the windows and doors open, prepared for another night of humid weather and sweat.
The night came, and while Dan and I finally got the weather we could sleep in (and sleep we did!), the others were shivering in their places.
This happened in Indonesia, Bintan, Tanjong Pinang. Without so much as rain, and the night was cold. Our God is indeed a Miracle Maker.
posted by Jeddy! | 8:21 PM
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