After moving on from Handcross and the beautiful cottage in the lovely Sussex countryside, I’m now in Worcester with my great mate, Graham, until the new year, when I hpe to move into my own home.

God willing, and continuing to provide, I move to Gravesend second week in January, which has just blown me away. Thank you, God’s people, for helping to make it possible – still some way to go, but your kindness and generosity is getting me there, to where I can kick off into ministry again in 2019 with a passion, after these 10 months of not being able to walk, and all the pain, hurt, isolation, frustration, and loneliness will pale into history as God fulfils what has been prophesied over me that there will be a huge increase in what he does through me. That excites me so much, and now I’m hooked into a church that is so mission, ministry, and healing orientated, the encouragement will be there to do it!

Joel and I got to church early, and while drinking a great vanilla latte, in the lovely cafe, Pete, the leader, came and sat at our table – and we shared our passion for France for about 30 minutes, and as we sat there, he stuck his hand on my knee and prayed for both of them!

I love, at Eastgate Church, that people just walk up to me and put their hands on my knees and pray for me: last Sunday, I walked further without limping or a walking stick than I’ve walked in a very long time. I’d gone up to ask one of the worship team – who I’ve known for years at another church, Anthony – for the words of one of the songs, words that wrecked me, so powerful…. ‘So will I’ (I’ve pasted the video link below):

and at the end, a wonderful, joy-filled man, Patrick, shared…. I had never met him, but wanted his joy (it’s been a long time since I experienced joy like he demonstrated!) so I went to him and asked him for a hug, so I could get his joy to rub off on me. I’m a great believer in impartation, and Patrick’s hug and prayer, while we hugged, was wonderful. We chatted for a while afterward: I’d guessed he was from Zimbabwe from his appearance and accent. He was. I love Zimbabwe (I feel God is going to take me back to Africa after a long break) and we talked and talked about his homeland, and I’m hoping we can do some things together in Zim, and I’d love to take him to Colombia! He’s on fire!

It seems with each visit to the church, my knees get a bit better: that’s humanly impossible with osteoarthritis! I reckon about 6 different people prayed for them on Sunday, I’m believing that total healing is on it’s way, and not too far ahead…. 🙂

With things like council tax. water rates (not paid in Northern Ireland), and other bills, I’m still asking God to provide increased support, as I lost some long-time regular support from Ireland almost the day I left, without any warning! It’s hard enough to budget when you live without a salary: even harder when people cancel without notice! I had to leave behind in Ireland my fridge freezer, and washer/tumble dryer, my desk wouldn’t go in the trailer, and the beds belonged with the house, too, so I have to buy a fair bit before I can begin to call it home! If you have any of those things ‘spare’ then please let me know!!