One day, he came running to the church and asked me to accompany him to his house, he said his wife was could not breathe. I am an EMT (emergency medical technician) so I knew what that could mean. It could mean a lot of things. In her case she was suffering from a severe asthma attack and had a prescription for an inhaler and medications but she did not have the money to pick them up. We went to the nearest drug store and got the medications and a short while after administering the drugs she was able to breathe normally. Since the humidity is so high, it is particularly hard for people with respiratory problems such as asthma and tuberculosis which is so common there. Later that day Sreenu came by with his cart of bananas he sells each day in town that he picks from his small banana farm on the outskirts of town. Actually we would pass his small plantation en route to Emani village, a place we frequented so often. He was the first, but within three days we could no longer count the decisions for Jesus. Praise God! We did hold a group baptism later but Sreenu could not wait so we obliged. He never missed another service and would come and visit every day to the church and say Mum please pray for me. They called me Mum which is a title of great reverence, as in the queen Mum. God has put a supernatural love in my heart for these people and India is my second home. I will visit again soon, God knows when.

I have had two trips planned that had fallen through so I know that when it is Gods timing it will come to pass, just like the first time. He will call, and I will go.