I awoke this morning to a beautiful pink sunrise this morning although it was also overcast a bit with billowy clouds that resembled marshmallow fluff.
The prisoners were sitting under a bit or a porch on two buildings that faced each other. I was thankful that they brought it the 45 women to sit on the side. Usually I have to do a separate crusade for the women when there are that many.
At Nakifuma Prison although it was noon when we arrived we still need to wait to get again, There were 150 men and 17 women there according to the deputy O.C. (Officer in Charge), who was a very tall, good looking young man. It. I was able to do most of the preaching from under half of the shade of a tree while the women sat under the other half of the tree.
The Holy Spirits power was evident as most at both prisons accepted Christ as Savior, forgave someone or themselves, and apologized. It is always nice to hear the officials say good things about the good they know our program will do which is what happened at both prisons today.
I do not seem to be adapting very well as it is REALLY hot here and we do not have air-conditioning at our hotel. The other morning I woke finding that I was so exhausted that I fell asleep on top on the bed forgetting to pull the mosquito net around or cover myself with a sheet. Praise Jesus that I did not get bit by a mosquito, because the last time I got bit I also got malaria.
On the way home, we stopped at Alfred’s property so Alfred could show me the construction he is having done there. He already converted his home into a school for the neighborhood but is now building a separate structure for a school for children that are in prison with their mothers. Pastor Aaron is currently is in charge of the existing school.
Well, because I want to get to bed before 11:30 like last night it is time for me to have dinner and bathe.
The IRM team appreciates your continuing prays for:
· The salvation of prisoners
· A fresh anointing for the Holy Spirit for the team
· Health and strength for the team
· Safety as we travel
That none would be lost,
Arlene


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