My mother brought five of us up on her own from the war. We were Catholics - my Dad died when I was four months old. I was being born upstairs and he was dying downstairs. My grandmother, who was a staunch Catholic made us all go to church every Sunday - I hated every minute of it - I didn't understand it so I used my time in church for playing around. Look around for the funniest face and made fun of it. When they started sending me on my own I went to the park and with the money they gave me for the offering I would buy an ice lolly. So when I fell in love and I fell head over heels, I did the usual traditional things and got married in a Catholic church. Although my wife was Church of England, she agreed to all the rules before we were married and when my first son Andrew was born, we had him christened in a Catholic church, but when David was born, although I wasn't a Christian, I felt there was something wrong and that if he wanted religion, then he could find his own. My wife loved things like Songs of Praise and that type of thing but I was far from God - my God was money - I wanted to make as much money as I could as quickly as I could.
My wife started to take the children to this little Brethren church and they loved it and really enjoyed it - I just let them get on with it. My life consisted of chasing a buck - a self made man and I reached a stage where I became an engineer, I did it all - lovely house, money in the bank, beautiful wife, two lovely kids so what would I want God for - I thought!
Then about 14 years ago, the doctors told my wife she had cancer. I was horrified I didn't know who to turn to. My life consisted of just those people, my sons and my wife - my love was only for them, but I was terrified, I was so frightened of the thought of facing my life on my own without my wife. We were married for 21 years - a lifetime really isn't it?
She used to get comfort from her brother who was a minister in the north of England, a Baptist preacher, and he used to phone her each night and ask her to read certain scriptures, and she used to do that. I came home from work one night, and she was all excited because this local pastor had come to see her to arrange for someone to come and visit her, and she asked me if I would take her to church one week - a little Baptist church in Barry. I agreed and took her along, and she loved every second. I thought the guy was nice, but didn't really get anything out of it. So I took her along every week, because I thought it was doing her good. After about 6/7 weeks there was a visit from an evangelist, a singing ministry - his name was Oliver - during the service he got us all standing up and he wanted to pray for special needs and I could feel my wife tapping my leg to put my hand up and my hand just shot straight up in the air - I didn't put my hand up there, I couldn't even take it down! There's me stuck like this with my hand up in the air - I looked at my wife and she starts to cry and eventually my hand dropped down to my side and I heard him say, "OK Sir - thank you brother, we will pray for you." So at the end of the service I called Oliver over and said "What's happening?" and he said "It's Jesus, he wants to show you he is in this situation with you and he wants to help you through it. Would you like to receive Jesus into your life?" and I said "Yes, I do" so I made a prayer of commitment and my wife also, although I really felt that she had made some sort of commitment maybe secretly, without saying anything to me. Anyway, we got saved in that little Baptist church and 6 months later went through the waters of baptism together.
Three months after that, during that period of waiting for the inevitable to happen, she was having treatment and was getting really sick, chemotherapy and her hair started to fall out, violently sick and I was nursing her at home, and for the last ten days she was really bad. It was during that time, about midweek that we had the MacMillian nurses who used to come every hour, what wonderful people, in fact they would stay the night if you need them to. I was there with my son Andrew - they had just left and I needed something from the Post Office, so I asked Andrew to go and get it for me and to be quick, because I did not want to be on my own should anything happen. I was so frightened - I feared death more than anything else in my life - to be there when someone died was a really awesome fear for me. He dashed off and I was sitting on the bed with her giving her some ice cubes as she couldn't swallow anything very much, and as I was giving them to her she closed her eyes and I started trembling, I was absolutely trembling in fear of the Lord. But she hadn't died, she said "What is the number of the gate love?" I thought "What gate?" we didn't have any fence in front of the house it was all open lawn we didn't have any fences. I said "We don't have a gate love!" She closed her eyes, opened them again, squeezing my hand and saying "Love, love, what is the number of the gate?" I said" 2,4,6,8 - I just couldn't think what to say" she closed her eyes again this time she pushed herself up in my arms and said "Look love, I really need to know this number." "I said "I don't know the number love, you need to ask Jesus and he will tell you." So she closed her eyes and spoke his name "Jesus" and then she smiled and said "Amen" and her breath just left her body. And I was just holding a dead wife and as I looked at her I felt an immense... I don't know how to describe it... it was as if someone was hugging me.
You know, I never knew the love of a father but this was God showing me his love in an incredible way. It was just unbelievable and it was like... I don't know... it would be easy to say the room was illuminated, but it was an amazing and incredible thing. It was as if I was in this state for a long, long time, but it may have been seconds, fleeting seconds really. I got off the bed and looked out of the window and I could see the kids in the street playing and the neighbours talking and then I wanted to scream. And as I tried to scream, it was stifled and I felt the Lord's presence again, this time he spoke very clearly, he said "Danny, I'll never leave you ever. I want you to do something, I want you to read Rev.21 12-13" I thought "Revelations?" I wasn't into Revelations yet, I was a new Christian. I reached for the Bible and flipped to the pages and I read Rev 21:12-13 It talks about the 12 gates and the names of the tribes of Israel. God was very real, and it was the knowledge of reality of who He really was and that presence of love. It says that the perfect love of God casts out all fear (1 Peter 4:18) and I didn't have any fear. I just had this wonderful presence of God - a life-changing experience.
Within minutes Andrew came in, and the nurse appeared. You see God knew my fear, and he had to have me alone so that he could cast out all the fear that I ever had. Since that day he has been so present in my life that it has been absolutely wonderful. As the Bible says, 1 John 16 From the fulness of his grace we all receive one blessing after another. That is how my life has been since that time.
But, I fought all the way, for the real changes he had place on my life. I still had the security, I still had the money and some short time after that, a pastor friend of mine, Dick was going to South America and he asked if I would like to go with him, so we went to Argentine, Venezuala and Peru and Chile. We were going to the bases of YWAM (Youth with a Mission) I knew they were some sort of youth organization, but I didn't know all that they were doing. We got to Chile and it was a conference of leaders of YWAM, around 120 young leaders, I think the oldest must have been around 25 or 26. It just blew me away. The founder of YWAM, Lonnie Conningham, Floyd McClung.. all the big names with these, and I was with them for a week it was precious... but what was having an effect on my heart was the young people, dedicating their lives at such an early age. Everywhere we went there were young people giving up their lives and when I came home from that trip, I knelt down in the bedroom and said "Lord I want to be available to you.
My goodness, when I said that, he started to strip everything. He stripped me to rock bottom - I had sold the house, I ended up with one suitcase and a sleeping bag in my brother's house for 3 months, in preparation waiting for what he would call me to.
At the Conference in Chile I met a guy called Gregorio McNutt - and American fellow. Now Gregorio, I think he has actually been here and he is coming next year. Now Gregorio had been in Brazil for many years and he asked us if we would like to visit him - so I said to dick "Let's pray about it". In those days I had the mone so I was footing the bill for everything so I said to Dick - Let's go!" The following year we went to Brazil and went to the YWAM base. In a place called Belo Horizonte which was the third biggest city in Brazil. All I knew about Brazil was Rio de Janeiro and the beaches etc. we went to stay on this base and after a couple of days we met a lady called Maria Teresa, I call her Momma Teresa (another Catholic one now) and she had a ministry in the favellas and she asked would I like to go with her - I didn't really want to go - I heard about those favellas being pretty heavy places and I didn't not want to go. Dick encouraged me to go so I went. I had never seen anything like it. Walking around this favella and the filth and the smell was unbelievable, making me sick actually and in the middle of all this, I looked around and I could see people trying to exist really and that same voice said, Danny I want you to come and live here. I thought "Oh my goodness, I don't believe it!" Must be my emotions all stirred up and I won't say anything to anybody. All that week I was praying about it and I felt such a strong desire to do it. Anyway, I called Momma Teresa and told her that I believed that God had asked me to help her in her ministry. She wept and wept and wept. "We have been praying for so long for people to get involved." She told me to go back home a do a YWAM school as that was part of the conditions of joining the ministry.
So I went back and applied to do a DTS at this training school. Dick enquired about it and said that I couldn't do a DTS but I could do a Crossroads DTS for people over 35. I was 50 at the time! I didn't mind as long as it was now. He contacted them and the school had started in the January and I would be unable to go until the following January. I told him I couldn't wait - God had called me now! I asked him to try and get me ino the course with the youngsters, and he reluctantly agreed to try, even though he knew it wa s completely against all the rules. He talked to the leaders and they agreed to pray about it and let him know. A week before the school was to start at the beginning of May, the person running the course, rang me and asked him to start with them. I was so thrilled and I am the only one over age to have done the school with the young people.I have a very nice letter of reference that they gave me. I really had the time of my life! We did our outreach in Dublin and that was tough a Catholic country, as you can imagine but there were 50 people saved after our outreach, but for me it was preparation for what I was going to be called to. And I thought I was going straight there, but like all things, God has his timing for everything.
I wanted to put an application in for staying in Brasil long-term, which takes time, so I thought that while I was doing that I would join a short-term team going to Tanzania, but God closed the door on that, apparently the job we were going to do there was underhanded and even the church didn't know about it - this guy was trying to get people out there to help him set things up - holiday homes which were for him, nothing to do with the church. So I went to Portugal instead - I thought I could learn the language, but I didn't learn a thing!
We went to Portugal and were working in a Bible school 20 km north of Lisbon and we were probably the shortest small-team on record and the young leader who led us (around 20 years of age) fell in love with one of the Australian girls at the school and he just wanted to get back to Australia so we 'd had an accident there, a 35 ton truck hit us head on!. I should not be here today. The Combi was all smashed on my legs, but they got us out and God performed his first miracle - healed me overnight. They actually took me to hospital, but I didn;t stay in there, they checked my legs, nothing broken so they said go home and take some pain killers and spent 2 weeks in bed. I was lying on the bed and wanted to go to the loo, so got out of bed and staggered across the room, I was in agony, and I felt the need for a shower - I got under the shower and as the waters touched my body and ran down my legs I was cured totally and instantly. I was so excited I was just screaming and that night I was able to give testimony in church. We had some exciting times there. But in saying all that, this just about pushed people over the top so we went back. I felt we were in the right place for that time. I spoke to the leaders of this Bible school and told them I had to go back as I had to be submissive to the leaders over me, but I would like to come back, so they agreed to send me a letter to come back - so I went back and spoke to the leaders at YWAM and they said that if that was the way God was leading me I should go back. I spent 10 months there - infact they kept saying that my vision had been changed there and that I should stay, but I couldn't stay there - I was working 3 days in the Bible school and 2 days with this American missionary, a guy called Jim Rymer - I was having a wonderful time, but with the vision of going back to Brasil where God had called me to go.
Through all this travelling and all the things I had been doing, the money, which was in the Bank was just going - whenever I saw a need, I would meet that need and I'd gone through a lot of money - I had had something like £40,000 in the back and it just went. I wasn't flippant with money, ever, but God just allowed it to go. I came home from Portugal and went to the Bank to get a statement and I only had something like £500 left. I just couldn't believe it, I thought they had given me the wrong statement. My credit card debt was probably about that so I was a rock bottom. I was in the house with my brother and Dick rang and asked me how I was feeling - I told him I was desperate and that I now had more reason to stay athome than to go to Brasil. My sons appeared to need me and I just didn't know what to do. So he came down and we started praying about things and after about 2 hours he said "OK, let's go" I said "Where?" he said "The travel agent" we need to find out how much it costs and when you can go to Brasil. We went and we were told that I could have an open ticket for £800 for a year, but I had to have the money by the following Saturday, so I had almost 10 days to get it. Dick says now, lets pray and leave it to God.
The following Sunday I went to church and a couple from France - they said they wanted to give me a gift and they gave me an envelope and there was £20 in it. I thought "Wow!" but of course, I needed £800!
The following Tuesday, I had another cheque through the post of £150 - it was going up. Leading up to Friday, I had nothing else. I needed the money for this ticket by Saturday. One Saturday, my brother came with his little dog through the front of the house, and as he came in there was a letter on the floor for me. There was no post that day, but inside was a cheque for £800 and a message - your ticket for Brasil. It had come from someone in the North of England. I had gone around the various churches sharing the vision of what God was calling me to and this person had heard me. I couldn't sleep all night and that was how I ended up getting to Brasil. I got to Brasil with the intention of working with YWAM, but with this call of working and living in the favella. I then learned that Momma Teresa had a house in the favella and all she was using it for was for Sunday morning meeting with some kids and when I saw it I knew that this was where I was to live. But the policy of WYWAM was, that if you moved off the base, you were not considered a part of Wywam. Plus living in the favella on your own was very dangerous, so they weren't very happy with me. I told them that this was what God wanted me to do, that I was quite happy to be part of them, but if they could not accept that, then I would have to do it independently. Momma asked me what I was going to do about furniture and I told her I would just rely on God to provide it. So I went into the house and started painting it.
The next day Momma called me and told me that she had a letter froma missionary couple who used to live in Brasil and they were going back to America and not returning and they said that all their furniture should be given to Momma Teresa for her ministry. So I had some money so I bought it from her with some US$ that I had. I hired a truck and as it happened there was a group from America visiting and they jumped on the truck and help me to move in. When they were all going, they were reluctant to leave me there on my own, but I knew that this was what God wanted me to do. I sat on the bed - all I had was a long corridor, with a kitchen and a room at the back with my bed and a wardrobe. At the side was a room at the front which could be used for a church and then another little room at the back like a little wash room. There was another small room on the other side. I sat on that bed and actually felt that same presence of God it was absolutely amazing. I had no fear whatsoever and haven't had any fear since that day. I was there for about 18 months trying to learn the language - I'd sit in the bars, and they would laugh at me - they would laugh their socks off - I was getting all the words wrong, but the kids used to knock at the door saying " What's my name?" in Portugese - I went to Brasil with the vision that God gave me and one suitcase and no desire whatsoever to remarry, I never thought I would fall in love again and didn't think that would ever happen.
But then it did well... When I did the school with YWAM I met a girl called Claudia from Brasil and she told me that she came from Belo Horizonte and she knew a lot of the people at the base. We built quite a relationship over the 6 months, so when I eventually arrived in Brasil she met me at the airport and took me to her house and the next day she was going on a tour with Kings' Kids for 2 months so she said "I am going to ask one of my sisters if she will show you around the city." She had 3 sisters and a brother. Sandra had been praying for doing a discipleship training school for nearly 2 years, and I came to the house and started to share with her what God was doing in my life, and when I moved onto the base she wrote to me and said that after hearing what I had shared, she felt that God was telling her to do the course now. So she went off to San Paulo to do it, but she then changed her mind and came to the base at YWAM to do it where I was. One thing led to another and I asked God "What's all this then?" and the next thing was that a relationship was starting. I then I got sent home. I didn't understand what was happening, I had moved into the favella, had done everything God had told me to do, and then I had to go home! I went home and I was trying to get a visa for nearly 5 months and I was told that I wouldn't get it, because they were not giving out visas to YWAM because of some problem in the Amazonians. They were saying that they were changing their culture, but it wasn't them, it was God. They were receiving God and He was changing their culture. Anyway, I remember going around with a Peruvian Group, Carib Macanter for whom I was interpreting on their Welsh tour, and they were going back to London and were staying not far from the Brasilian embassy. So asked for a lift up with them to see if I could get this visa. They prayed for me and my friends' wife came with me to the Embassy - I had seen this lady several times and she was really frosty-faced and she came over and said "I don't think you will be getting one." I looked at her and said that God was calling me to live there, in fact that I had a home set up in the favella and she looked at me and changed immediately. She said "You need to try harder." So I asked her what more I could do, just for her to tell me and I would do anything. She said" Just a minute and went away and came back with a form and told me to fill it in and told me what to put. I filled it all in and she told me to sit down and away she went with the form. I sat for around 20 minutes and then she called me and said that she was sending the form off to Brasilia to see if they could get the visa for me - she said to ring her on Friday and I would need to come and pick it up. I told her that I would not be able to pick it up. She said "But you will have to, I just can't give it to anyone." I told her that I was going to a Youth Rally up in the North of England and then I was coming Wales to speak at New Life Church. She told me to ring her anyone so I went to Newcastle, rang her on the Friday and she told me I was very lucky and had got the visa. I told her there was nothing lucky about it - God wanted me there now and he had opened the door. So she asked me when I could pick it up, and that a friend living round the corner to the Embassy could pick it up for me, she asked for all his details and she said that, provided he produced identification, he could pick it, which he did.
I was very excited, and at the New Life meeting, I was praying for people at the end and I was sharing them about the visa and how I wanted to go home for Christmas and I couldn't get a flight. I now needed the money to go and and to be able to get a flight. The next night I was sharing at a house group and someone called me and told me that God had asked them to give me the fare to get back to Brasil so that I could get home for Christmas. I was so thrilledbut told her I could not get a flight - the earliest was the 7th January.
I now had the visa and the money and on Saturday morning I was staying with other friends and the phone went and it was someone for me - it was someone called Mike Coles who was a Christian travel agent in Exeter. I said that I didn't know him, and he said that I might know him but he understood that I wanted to go to Brasil, I agreed and he said the he thought he could help me - so I gave him the details and 10 minutes later this chap rang back, he had got me a flight and told me that I would be in Belo Horizonte on Christmas Eve. I just cried, I couldn't believe it. He asked me how I could pay and I told him I had this cheque in my hand, so he asked me if I knew anyone with a card so the person I was staying with told me I could use his card so I signed the cheque over to him and was able to pay by credit card. It turned out that this Mike had been contacted by the husband of one of the ladies I had prayed for, one of the older ladies, but I can't think which one, but she had gone home and spoken to her husband saying that they had to pray for me to get home for Christmas. They prayed and then he remembered Mike Coles, an elder in their son's church so they rang him and so I was able to get back to Brasil and this was 1992.
Sandra was there to meet me at the airpost. She had written to me every day of those 5 months, every single day sometimes more than one, but she wasn't saying what I wanted her to say. I was sharing a house with a David Kite who was going to university (the house belonged to a couple of John & Mandy from France and they had let me stay there) David was watching me open all this mail and I told him that she wasn't really saying straight out, she was going all round the houses. He told me that she loved, then she sent me a Christmas card and the card said "I LOVE YOU" so I knew what was going to happen when I got back to Brasil. So when I went back I went to meet her Dad to ask if I could start courting her. 3 of his daughters got married in the same year. We were the last. That is how Sandra and I got together. After we were married she shared what God was saying to her about starting a community centre. It was as if God himself was talking to me, enlarging my vision and so I said "Let's go for it!" And that is how Centro Comunitario got birthed.
In actual fact, when Sandra became pregnant a year later and we lost the baby when she had a miscarriage at 12 weeks. 12 moths to the day, she became pregnant again and Daniel was born. He was so beautiful, but he was premature and Sandra had eclampsia and her blood pressure went dangerously high, in fact I nearly lost her. 3 days later the baby, still in an incubator, died. So a short time after that, 6 months, Sandra said, had I ever considered adopting a baby - it hadn't occurred to me, but I said that we could talk about it. A few days later she received a phone call saying that there was a baby for adoption, a boy, would we like togo and see him. It turned out to be Lucas. We went to see him, he was 10 months old, very introverted, crying all the time and we fell in love with him and he is now 6 years old. We are struggling to adopt him. Adoption laws in Brasil are difficult, especially if you are not a national and the mother turned up ont he first day and wanted him back, but she has disappeared now and we haven't seen her for 3.1/2 years now, maybe more. But the fact that she opened the process up to have him back has not been closed and the Judge just gave us a custody order and sat on the fence. We just have to wait and see whether we hve to open up the case again or whether the mother will write and say she doesn't want him. It is difficult - if there is a spiritual battle on as far as our spirtual life is concerned, then this is it and we need lots of prayer. As far as the ministry is concerned, we are seeing fruit now. After 7 years, amazing fruit.
We really wanted to make an impact on the community and Centre Communitaria Agua Viva (Living Streams Community Centre). The main aim is to bring people to Christ, but when we started working in these areas, where, if someone is hungry they are not going to listen to anything. So we felt that we needed to feed them and there were all different areas, lacking in health care, and although I have no particular skills apart from a first aid course many years ago, I put a box together with medicine and bandages and started to take care of them where I could. I just went form one thing into another. They now call me Doctor Danny. But all sorts of things were brought to me - a man with his throat cut, another shot in thelegs - so I get around to do all kinds of things now with the aim of showing the love of God through what we are doing.
Just before Christmas we saw a mini-revival take place. Up until then we had had around 40 people saved. We were using one of the houses for a house group - we outgrew the house, so we started moving to the centre and we opened up a congregation on Wednesdays, Fridays, and now Sunday nights. 3 meetings a week and that has been good. Local help has always been very difficult, why I don't know, but the Brasilians are wonderful open-hearted people, but not that good on committment - it is really difficult to get committed workers. Nehemiah is a gift from God. We had this old car, a 23 year old Chevette caravan and it had broken down, they told me that the engine was shot. So they quoted me $550 to fix - we couldn't afford that. The next one said $600 and then the third one came and said $800 so we decide to leave it where it was and it stayed there for 2 months. They told me that there was a car in the States which I could have but I needed the documentation to bring it into the country. The American airforce would bring it over, but we then found that it was illegal to import a second hand car, so even though we had obtained the documentation, we had to make do with what we had
The very next day there was a knock at the door and it was Nehemiah with a friend of a friend. He asked what was wrong with the car then took a looks at it and told me to get a set of spark plugs and 3 litres of oil and come back. When I got back, he has the sump off and he showed me that there was no oil, it was all gasoline. The fuel pump had been leaking into the oil so there was no compression and was pushing past the pistons. So it was agreed that a new fuel pump was needed. I spent $25 and they had told me it would cost $800.
I then found out that Nehemiah is a prayer warrior and prays every morning on a mountain. He asked me if I would like to go with him so, as Friday is our fast day I arranged to go with him. He looked at me rather strangely and I asked what was wrong. He said that he had asked all sorts of leaders and pastors to go with him, but they always had an excuse and I was the first who had said 'Yes.' It took me about an hour to get there - I got up at 5am and drove over - it was wonderful - On the top was a group of rocks and he calls that the altar - a rose grows out of the barren rock! He has been praying there for 5 years so I have been praying with him for about 18 months and since then all sorts of wonderful things have been happening. We have destroyed 7 satanic altars since we started going there together. As I was destroying the last one with a shovel, a rubbish truck pulled up and the driver asked me if I was not very afraid to touch one of them. The answer is 'No' - the mountain belongs to the Lord .
God has been blessing us amazingly, we now have the local help we needed. His sister leads Bethel Baptist Church so I have preached twice there and they got excited and have started sending people over to help us. That was the start of the gates opening. This was just before Christmas last year. From 1992 - 1999 we were struggling and then things began to open up. People came for week but soon left. The emotional side is hard to bear. They see the problems bigger than God - but it is not bigger than God and we are making a difference. If we don't believe we are making a difference, we might just as well go home.
With Nehemiah I at last had a prayer partner, something I had never had before. People had said that would be but nothing ever came of it. He has stuck by us, but the spiritual warfare is very heavy in this area and every time we make an inroad they try to push us back. It hits our health every time - just this week, and we opened up a new centre about 3 weeks ago now, we took over a bar in the favella - it was one of the most notorious bars in the area, in fact there were guns going off every day in there. The guy who owned it was terrified. I said to him when I saw him building it, what it was going to be, and he told me that it would either be a shop or a bar. I said "Don't open a bar!" but he did anyway and then he called me just before Christmas and asked me if I wanted to rent it. I agreed, but the price was too high. However, I met a man in the States who had a ministry called Recovery Gods' Way. He himself had been a drug addict and alcoholic and he has been years trying to set up this ministry - he had been abused on the street, on TV because he had been such a bad character that they could not believe that he could change. They thought he had just found another way to make money. But he stuck at it and God has now raised this man up and he is now very respected.
We sat in a restaurant one morning with a friend and he came in and saw me and asked if I was still in Brasil (we had met about 6 years before). He asked to come and see the house they had just bought - 37 rooms, massive place. We went to see him the next morning and he had been talking to his wife andthey had agreed that God had been blessing them so much, and they had never before reached out to other countries and they would like to help us monthly. I thought 'Oh! great! the money for the bar!" I got very excited and shared with him about this bar and said 'You tell me what you need and we will set the thing up." And that is how we got the bar - but last week Sandra was taken to hospital with severe stomach pains, Lucas had severe earache and Nehemiah's blood pressure went 220 over 180 and the doctor did not know how he was still alive. He is resting now and is on medication which has brought it down, but this seems to happen every time we make an inroad. It happens for a few weeks - I had one spate of headaches for a week, I was so weak, but we come through it and it is the prayers of the saints that enable us to do so.
Every where I go the first thing I ask for is prayer, we so need that prayer covering, it is so important. We are getting it from Wales, from America and I tell them in the favella that many people are praying for them around the world. We've seen in 7 years so many physical changes. The sewers in one place are now underground - it was horrendous before, I have been waist deep in filthy sticking water. The other side of the road still needs to be cleared up, but things are happening. We are making a difference and that is what keeps us going.
Please keep praying for us.