Thursday, November 30, 2017

Dental 2000-future blog

A milestone to remember.
We would like to congratulate our incredible Dental Team under the leadership of Lead Dentist David Ugai - On Friday 03 November, they reached a historic milestone and treated their 2,000th unique patient.
That is 1,819 adults and 266 children.
The Mercy Ships dental program serves ten countries in West Africa, with the Republic of Congo being added in 2013 and now Cameroon in 2017.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Medical supply team

So one of my coworkers, Colleen Conley wrote a blog yesterday about the Medical supply team. She had taken some photos through out the week. I thought I would share them with you. I work with a great team. We have had a long 2 weeks of transition but the project is nearly done. Not pictured with us are four amazing people, Craig, Becky Walter and Jennifer, who helped do the majority of the work for our computer transition. We are all tired and weary but in the end the patients and the hospital should be served better so it will all be worth it .Pictured below are some of the areas we work in, a few of the many pallets that have come recently, and the men I work with daily. From Left to right in the top right corner is Eric, who is quickly becoming like a son to me, Jackson one of our newest friends from Cameroon, Franco our team leader and myself. May the Lord continue to strengthen and empower each of us to work hard so the name of Jesus can be lifted high and hope and healing can be shared with many in His name.
(photos by Colleen Conley)

Friday, November 17, 2017

Justine update

I know many of you will remember Justine. She was the first patient up the gangway in Cameroon. Even then her smile stole your heart. Her surgery is complete and she is now recovering and learning to walk on her new legs. One of our Mercy Ships photographers was there to catch her talking some of her first steps. Justine's joy is simply contagious. Soon she will be headed home to a new life. Please pray for her continued healing both in her body and in her soul. Pray the light she saw here and seeds planted in her heart will sprout and grow in the years ahead. Pray for God to watch over her. 

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Martin Luther King Jr

"Paul's Letter to American Christians," Sermon Delivered at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church

Author: 
King, Martin Luther, Jr.
Date: 
November 11, 1956
Location: 
Montgomery, Ala.
Genre: 
Sermon
Topic: 
Martin Luther King, Jr. - Career in Ministry

Details

In this Dexter sermon King reads a fictional letter from the apostle Paul to American Christians of the mid-twentieth century. Loosely based on Paul's letter to the Romans, King's sermon notes the gap between the nation's scientific progress and its ethical and spiritual development. Deploring exploitative capitalism, spiritual arrogance, racial segregation, and self-righteous egotism, he offers the remedy of Christian love. "Only through achieving this love," King writes, "can you expect to matriculate into the university of eternal life." King delivered the same sermon on 7 September at the National Baptist Convention.1
I would like to share with you an imaginary letter from the pen of the Apostle Paul. The postmark reveals that it comes from the city of Ephesus. After opening the letter I discovered that it was written in Greek rather than English. At the top of the first page was this request: "Please read to your congregation as soon as possible, and then pass on to the other churches."
For several weeks I have worked assiduously with the translation. At times it has been difficult, but now I think I have deciphered its true meaning. May I hasten to say that if in presenting this letter the contents sound strangely Kingian instead of Paulinian, attribute it to my lack of complete objectivity rather than Paul's lack of clarity.
It is miraculous, indeed, that the Apostle Paul should be writing a letter to you and to me nearly 1900 years after his last letter appeared in the New Testament. How this is possible is something of an enigma wrapped in mystery. The important thing, however, is that I can imagine the Apostle Paul writing a letter to American Christians in 1956 A.D. And here is the letter as it stands before me.
I, an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God, to you who are in America, Grace be unto you, and peace from God our Father, through our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
For many years I have longed to be able to come to see you. I have heard so much of you and of what you are doing. I have heard of the fascinating and astounding advances that you have made in the scientific realm. I have heard of your dashing subways and flashing airplanes. Through your scientific genius you have been able to dwarf distance and place time in chains. You have been able to carve highways through the stratosphere. So in your world you have made it possible to eat breakfast in New York City and dinner in Paris, France. I have also heard of your skyscraping buildings with their prodigious towers steeping heavenward. I have heard of your great medical advances, which have resulted in the curing of many dread plagues and diseases, and thereby prolonged your lives and made for greater security and physical well-being. All of that is marvelous. You can do so many things in your day that I could not do in the Greco-Roman world of my day. In your age you can travel distances in one day that took me three months to travel. That is wonderful. You have made tremendous strides in the area of scientific and technological development.
But America, as I look at you from afar, I wonder whether your moral and spiritual progress has been commensurate with your scientific progress. It seems to me that your moral progress lags behind your scientific progress. Your poet Thoreau used to talk about "improved means to an unimproved end." How often this is true. You have allowed the material means by which you live to outdistance the spiritual ends for which you live. You have allowed your mentality to outrun your morality. You have allowed your civilization to outdistance your culture. Through your scientific genius you have made of the world a neighborhood, but through your moral and spiritual genius you have failed to make of it a brotherhood. So America, I would urge you to keep your moral advances abreast with your scientific advances.
I am impelled to write you concerning the responsibilities laid upon you to live as Christians in the midst of an unChristian world. That is what I had to do. That is what every Christian has to do. But I understand that there are many Christians in America who give their ultimate allegiance to man-made systems and customs. They are afraid to be different. Their great concern is to be accepted socially. They live by some such principle as this: "everybody is doing it, so it must be alright." For so many of you Morality is merely group consensus. In your modern sociological lingo, the mores are accepted as the right ways. You have unconsciously come to believe that right is discovered by taking a sort of Gallup poll of the majority opinion. How many are giving their ultimate allegiance to this way.
But American Christians, I must say to you as I said to the Roman Christians years ago, "Be not conformed to this world, but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind."2 Or, as I said to the Phillipian Christians, "Ye are a colony of heaven."3 This means that although you live in the colony of time, your ultimate allegiance is to the empire of eternity. You have a dual citizenry. You live both in time and eternity; both in heaven and earth. Therefore, your ultimate allegiance is not to the government, not to the state, not to nation, not to any man-made institution. The Christian owes his ultimate allegiance to God, and if any earthly institution conflicts with God's will it is your Christian duty to take a stand against it. You must never allow the transitory evanescent demands of man-made institutions to take precedence over the eternal demands of the Almighty God.
I understand that you have an economic system in America known as Capitalism. Through this economic system you have been able to do wonders. You have become the richest nation in the world, and you have built up the greatest system of production that history has ever known. All of this is marvelous. But Americans, there is the danger that you will misuse your Capitalism. I still contend that money can be the root of all evil.41 It can cause one to live a life of gross materialism. I am afraid that many among you are more concerned about making a living than making a life. You are prone to judge the success of your profession by the index of your salary and the size of the wheel base on your automobile, rather than the quality of your service to humanity.
The misuse of Capitalism can also lead to tragic exploitation. This has so often happened in your nation. They tell me that one tenth of one percent of the population controls more than forty percent of the wealth. Oh America, how often have you taken necessities from the masses to give luxuries to the classes. If you are to be a truly Christian nation you must solve this problem. You cannot solve the problem by turning to communism, for communism is based on an ethical relativism and a metaphysical materialism that no Christian can accept. You can work within the framework of democracy to bring about a better distribution of wealth. You can use your powerful economic resources to wipe poverty from the face of the earth. God never intended for one group of people to live in superfluous inordinate wealth, while others live in abject deadening poverty. God intends for all of his children to have the basic necessities of life, and he has left in this universe "enough and to spare" for that purpose. So I call upon you to bridge the gulf between abject poverty and superfluous wealth.
I would that I could be with you in person, so that I could say to you face to face what I am forced to say to you in writing. Oh, how I long to share your fellowship.
Let me rush on to say something about the church. Americans, I must remind you, as I have said to so many others, that the church is the Body of Christ. So when the church is true to its nature it knows neither division nor disunity. But I am disturbed about what you are doing to the Body of Christ. They tell me that in America you have within Protestantism more than two hundred and fifty six denominations. The tragedy is not so much that you have such a multiplicity of denominations, but that most of them are warring against each other with a claim to absolute truth. This narrow sectarianism is destroying the unity of the Body of Christ. You must come to see that God is neither a Baptist nor a Methodist; He is neither a Presbyterian nor a Episcopalian. God is bigger than all of our denominations. If you are to be true witnesses for Christ, you must come to see that America.
But I must not stop with a criticism of Protestantism. I am disturbed about Roman Catholicism. This church stands before the world with its pomp and power, insisting that it possesses the only truth. It incorporates an arrogance that becomes a dangerous spiritual arrogance. It stands with its noble Pope who somehow rises to the miraculous heights of infallibility when he speaks ex cathedra. But I am disturbed about a person or an institution that claims infallibility in this world. I am disturbed about any church that refuses to cooperate with other churches under the pretense that it is the only true church. I must emphasize the fact that God is not a Roman Catholic, and that the boundless sweep of his revelation cannot be limited to the Vatican. Roman Catholicism must do a great deal to mend its ways.
There is another thing that disturbs me to no end about the American church. You have a white church and you have a Negro church. You have allowed segregation to creep into the doors of the church. How can such a division exist in the true Body of Christ? You must face the tragic fact that when you stand at 11:00 on Sunday morning to sing "All Hail the Power of Jesus Name" and "Dear Lord and Father of all Mankind," you stand in the most segregated hour of Christian America. They tell me that there is more integration in the entertaining world and other secular agencies than there is in the Christian church. How appalling that is.
I understand that there are Christians among you who try to justify segregation on the basis of the Bible. They argue that the Negro is inferior by nature because of Noah's curse upon the children of Ham. Oh my friends, this is blasphemy. This is against everything that the Christian religion stands for. I must say to you as I have said to so many Christians before, that in Christ "there is neither Jew nor Gentile, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female, for we are all one in Christ Jesus."5 Moreover, I must reiterate the words that I uttered on Mars Hill: "God that made the world and all things therein . . . hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth."6
So Americans I must urge you to get rid of every aspect of segregation. The broad universalism standing at the center of the gospel makes both the theory and practice of segregation morally unjustifiable. Segregation is a blatant denial of the unity which we all have in Christ. It substitutes an "I-it" relationship for the "I-thou" relationship.7 The segregator relegates the segregated to the status of a thing rather than elevate him to the status of a person. The underlying philosophy of Christianity is diametrically opposed to the underlying philosophy of segregation, and all the dialectics of the logicians cannot make them lie down together.
I praise your Supreme Court for rendering a great decision just two or three years ago. I am happy to know that so many persons of goodwill have accepted the decision as a great moral victory. But I understand that there are some brothers among you who have risen up in open defiance. I hear that their legislative halls ring loud with such words as "nullification" and "interposition." They have lost the true meaning of democracy and Christianity. So I would urge each of you to plead patiently with your brothers, and tell them that this isn't the way. With understanding goodwill, you are obligated to seek to change their attitudes. Let them know that in standing against integration, they are not only standing against the noble precepts of your democracy, but also against the eternal edicts of God himself. Yes America, there is still the need for an Amos to cry out to the nation: "Let judgement roll down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream."8
May I say just a word to those of you who are struggling against this evil. Always be sure that you struggle with Christian methods and Christian weapons. Never succumb to the temptation of becoming bitter. As you press on for justice, be sure to move with dignity and discipline, using only the weapon of love. Let no man pull you so low as to hate him. Always avoid violence. If you succumb to the temptation of using violence in your struggle, unborn generations will be the recipients of a long and desolate night of bitterness, and your chief legacy to the future will be an endless reign of meaningless chaos.
In your struggle for justice, let your oppressor know that you are not attempting to defeat or humiliate him, or even to pay him back for injustices that he has heaped upon you. Let him know that you are merely seeking justice for him as well as yourself. Let him know that the festering sore of segregation debilitates the white man as well as the Negro. With this attitude you will be able to keep your struggle on high Christian standards.
Many persons will realize the urgency of seeking to eradicate the evil of segregation. There will be many Negroes who will devote their lives to the cause of freedom. There will be many white persons of goodwill and strong moral sensitivity who will dare to take a stand for justice. Honesty impels me to admit that such a stand will require willingness to suffer and sacrifice. So don't despair if you are condemned and persecuted for righteousness' sake. Whenever you take a stand for truth and justice, you are liable to scorn. Often you will be called an impractical idealist or a dangerous radical. Sometimes it might mean going to jail. If such is the case you must honorably grace the jail with your presence. It might even mean physical death. But if physical death is the price that some must pay to free their children from a permanent life of psychological death, then nothing could be more Christian.9 Don't worry about persecution America; you are going to have that if you stand up for a great principle. I can say this with some authority, because my life was a continual round of persecutions. After my conversion I was rejected by the disciples at Jerusalem. Later I was tried for heresy at Jerusalem. I was jailed at Philippi, beaten at Thessalonica, mobbed at Ephesus, and depressed at Athens. And yet I am still going. I came away from each of these experiences more persuaded than ever before that "neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come . . . shall separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."10 I still believe that standing up for the truth of God is the greatest thing in the world. This is the end of life. The end of life is not to be happy. The end of life is not to achieve pleasure and avoid pain. The end of life is to do the will of God, come what may.
I must bring my writing to a close now. Timothy is waiting to deliver this letter, and I must take leave for another church. But just before leaving, I must say to you, as I said to the church at Corinth, that I still believe that love is the most durable power in the world. Over the centuries men have sought to discover the highest good. This has been the chief quest of ethical philosophy. This was one of the big questions of Greek philosophy. The Epicurean and the Stoics sought to answer it; Plato and Aristotle sought to answer it. What is the summon bonum of life? I think I have an answer America. I think I have discovered the highest good. It is love. This principle stands at the center of the cosmos. As John says, "God is love." He who loves is a participant in the being of God. He who hates does not know God.11
So American Christians, you may master the intricacies of the English language. You may possess all of the eloquence of articulate speech. But even if you "speak with the tongues of man and angels, and have not love, you are become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal."
You may have the gift of prophecy and understanding all mysteries.12 You may be able to break into the storehouse of nature and bring out many insights that men never dreamed were there. You may ascend to the heights of academic achievement, so that you will have all knowledge. You may boast of your great institutions of learning and the boundless extent of your degrees. But all of this amounts to absolutely nothing devoid of love.
But even more Americans, you may give your goods to feed the poor. You may give great gifts to charity. You may tower high in philanthropy. But if you have not love it means nothing. You may even give your body to be burned, and die the death of a martyr. Your spilt blood may be a symbol of honor for generations yet unborn, and thousands may praise you as history's supreme hero. But even so, if you have not love your blood was spilt in vain.13 You must come to see that it is possible for a man to be self-centered in his self-denial and self-righteous in his self-sacrifice. He may be generous in order to feed his ego and pious in order to feed his pride. Man has the tragic capacity to relegate a heightening virtue to a tragic vice. Without love benevolence becomes egotism, and martyrdom becomes spiritual pride.
So the greatest of all virtues is love. It is here that we find the true meaning of the Christian faith. This is at bottom the meaning of the cross. The great event on Calvary signifies more than a meaningless drama that took place on the stage of history. It is a telescope through which we look out into the long vista of eternity and see the love of God breaking forth into time. It is an eternal reminder to a power drunk generation that love is most durable power in the world, and that it is at bottom the heartbeat of the moral cosmos. Only through achieving this love can you expect to matriculate into the university of eternal life.
I must say goodby now. I hope this letter will find you strong in the faith. It is probable that I will not get to see you in America, but I will meet you in God's eternity. And now unto him who is able to keep us from falling, and lift us from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope, from the midnight of desperation to the daybreak of joy, to him be power and authority, forever and ever. Amen.14
1. For details of the reception it found there, see C. W. Kelly to King, 8 September 1956, pp. 365-366 in this volume. King later published the sermon in revised form in Strength to Love (1963).
2. Romans 12:2.
3. Philippians 3:20: "For our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jess Christ."
4. 1 Timothy 6:10.
5. Galatians 3:28.
6.Acts 17:24, 26.
7. See Martin Buber, I and Thou (Edinburgh: T. and T. Clark, 1937).
8. Amos 5:24.
9. In a speech to the National Committee for Rural Schools, King attributed this statement to Kenneth Clark, replacing "Christian" with "honorable" (see King, "Desegregation and the Future," 15 December 1956, p. 478 in this volume).
10. Romans 8:38-39.
11. 1 John 4:16.
12. 1 Corinthians 13:1-2/
13. 1 Corinthians 13:3.
14. Cf. Jude 24-25.
Source: 
MLKJP, GAMK, Martin Luther King, Jr. Papers (Series I-IV), Martin Luther King, Jr., Center for Nonviolent Social Change, Inc., Atlanta, Ga., Box 119A, folder 16

Friday, November 3, 2017

Sometimes you just blow it

So it was a nice evening. Everything had been going well. I admit I am tired and a bit worn down but that is not an excuse. Just one of the factors in my story. It has been a long week for me. Very busy. Learning new computer stuff which is always a stretch for me. Waiting and hoping for much needed supplies to arrive. Anticipating a long weekend of working extra. Again not excuses, just the scenario that exists. So after a nice dinner I headed to town to have ice cream with a few friends.Before leaving the dock, a pleasant surprise as 20 needed pallets of freight arrived and were being off loaded on the dock. A huge answer to prayer.
     The ice cream and the company were very enjoyable. There were eleven of us and so we needed to take several taxis back to where we pick up the port shuttle back to the ship. This is not a new adventure. I have done it  at least 4 or 5 times and so I know  the drill.  A private taxi costs a certain price and a shared taxi that already has other clients is much cheaper. So we  hailed a cab and got in with another person.
     My first mistake was not  asking how much a head of time. I know better but I was tired and just wanted to get in and go, so I didn't. So we drove a  little, the other person  gets out and we go on to our destination. When we arrive the taxi driver wants 5 times what it should cost. This is not uncommon here and is frequently referred to by some of us as "the white tax". Having to pay extra for  something just because your white. Well tonight it made me really mad. I told the girl sitting in front not to pay it. We argued back and forth a bit with the driver using our limited french and his limited English. I got out and  went around as she was trying to count out the last of her coins to pay the extra. I was mad and  proceeded to argue some more. Of course this brought a few on lookers around to see why the white girls were arguing with the taxi man. They tried to intercede and tell him  that we were sort of locals and he should not charge us so much but he was adamant. So in the end we paid him what he wanted but not before me arguing and making a stink about it. Meanwhile the other taxis pulled up and several of the others were watching and one even came over to make sure we were OK. 
     You may ask why am I writing about it? Well I have since cooled  off and had my aha moment of what an idiot I was in the whole thing. After all so what if he charge me too much. What if I was his only fare tonight. What if that little extra was the gas money he needed to get home. Or the difference between taking dinner home and not eating. Or a dozen other possibilities.In the end after you convert the money it really is only a difference of around 1 dollar. So I acted like a jerk, arguing with this person over a dollar. Great missionary right?What a crappy witness.
     So, I have already asked God to forgive me and tomorrow I will ask my friends. If I get the chance I will probably have to ask the cabbie too. So why share this? Well maybe you can learn from my mistake. Even when we know someone is doing us wrong we have the opportunity to react different than the world would. I blew my chance tonight. I could have just paid the extra and considered it a blessing to him. I could have told him I knew the price was wrong and let it go. I could have given him extra,and surprised him even when he was being unkind. I could have prayed and not lost my temper. I could have been a better witness to my friends.  I could have done something, anything different. So tonight I blew it. Tomorrow , if tomorrow comes, His mercies will be new.

 Lamentations 2:22-23. Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassion's never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
I share this for 2 reasons. First just to be real. Although I am trying to follow Jesus daily and live my life for Him, I don't always get it right. I fall down and I fail and I want to be real about that.
Second, I want others to know that even when we fail, if we turn to the Father and ask for His forgiveness He will readily be there for us. Ready to pick us up, dust us off and encourage us to try again.
Ephesians 1:7-8  In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His gracethat He lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Veronique- a story from Benin

A Fresh Start for Veronique


 “I remember one of the worst days,” says Veronique. “I was in so much pain, I could not even get out of bed.”
Six years ago, a tumor started to grow on Veronique’s chin. What began as a small bump slowly gained momentum until it took over her jaw, weighing down her face and causing her great agony. But what was worse than the tumor was the fact that her family could not help.  “My sister could not, my children could not, even my own husband could not,” she recounts. “I cried over that many times.”
Her family’s powerlessness was not for lack of trying. “A few years ago my husband went to the national hospital, but we didn’t have the money,” Veronique recalls. She spreads her hands on her lap, as if to show the family’s empty pockets. “He pleaded with them, said he would pay them in installments, anything – but the doctors just shook their heads.” Veronique bows her head, looking at the ground, perhaps reliving that time.  “After that, things got worse.”          
The tumor greatly affected her family life. Veronique continued to sell beans and rice at a roadside stand, but she hadn’t expanded her wares in years. She continued to serve at church, but she hadn’t been able to give to her full potential. And she continued to care for her five children, but she hadn’t been able to consistently provide for them for years.  Her husband would often cut his own work short so he could step in. “He did as much as he could,” recalls Veronique. “He would help them with their homework, take care of the house, anything.” But because of that, his own work suffered.
But Veronique was not completely powerless. Her pastor was the family’s stalwart ally. He never stopped praying for Veronique and her family. Veronique smiles, remembering, “He had hope. I had hope. We all still had hope, that one day God would bring us a solution.”
One Sunday at church, that very pastor approached the family and told them about Mercy Ships. She brightened at the suggestion. “I’ll go,” she thought to herself. “Then we can be rid of this and start again.” Soon after, Veronique left her family, tried to ignore her pain, and made the three-hour trek to the screening center.
Screening led to testing, testing led to approval, and approval led to Veronique’s sitting in a hospital bed onboard the Africa Mercy, waiting for surgery the next morning. “When this is gone, when this is done, things can start fresh,” she declared, echoing her thoughts from that first day her pastor mentioned the ship.
Three days after surgery, Veronique’s patient ID card hangs over her bed, a relic of the past. Today she points to the photo – the tumor prominent on her chin. She smiles, claps her hands together, and points back to her face, showing with a wide sweep of her arms that it’s done. “The pain is gone, completely gone,” she says as she shakes her head. “When my pastor finally sees me, he will be jumping for joy,” she declares. “He prayed for me, and now I am healed!”

Story by Anna Psiaki
Edited by Nancy Predaina
Photos by Miguel Ottaviano and Timmy Baskerville



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Veronique waits inside the Africa Mercy screening center. She’s traveled three hours alone to make it here today. She hopes she’ll be able to have a free surgery to remove the tumor that’s been taking over her life for the past six years.


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Veronique waits the night before surgery to remove her tumor. “Pray for me,” she asks a nurse.


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“When this is over, things can start fresh,” Veronique says. She is sitting in a quiet corner of a hospital ward on board the Africa Mercy, waiting for surgery the next day. 


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“When my pastor sees me, he’ll be jumping for joy!” says Veronique the day she’s set to return home. “He prayed for me, and now I’m healed!”

Story and article provided by Mercy Ships writers and photographers and used with permission.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

STRESS!....well not now

So to say this week has been stressful would be a bit of an understatement. I have no one to blame but myself. I finally got things in order Thursday at bible study. You see, we are still waiting for our container that left the states in September. Unfortunately it has been delayed several times due to hurricanes in Texas and Florida and then additional delays on this side of the Atlantic. As a result we are low on many supplies and several of them are quite important. As one on the 3 people in the medical supply department I take it very personal when someone comes and asks for something and I can not provide it. As the week progressed I felt like a constricting snake was wrapped around me and slowly squeezing tighter and tighter. By Thursday afternoon I felt like my head was ready to pop off.
     Thursday evening  I headed to bible study feeling like I was wound pretty tight. It was just what I needed. We started with a time of music and just  resting in God. I realized as I poured out my feelings to the Lord that I had been picking up things this week that were not my own. Burdens He did not ask me to bare. My misery was brought on myself by trying to take care of things that I could not and was not asked to. After repenting of this behavior the Lord lifted the weight from my shoulders and I felt the squeezing leave.
    Friday was a much better day. The container still did not come and the shortages still exist. However each time I was tempted to worry or be anxious about it, instead I prayed. I asked God to help me not pick it back up. To leave it in His capable hands.  He is so faithful. It also helped that a co-worker brought their Ipod and we had praise music playing all day in the department. What a different day it was. I  am  so thankful to the Lord for helping me release this. And for being  there time and time again when I try to do things in my own strength. He graciously reminds me that he is there. That he is more than willing to help me and all I need to do is let go.
     So as of today the container is still not here, but I know that God's time is perfect even when I forget. That He is sitting on  the throne and  I can  trust him with today.

So pray for the container to come, and pray for me to stay in a place of release and trust. Pray for the patients. Most of all pray that the Lord of all will be lifted high and become known to the people of Cameroon.