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God's faithfulness and Emiel the surfcoach

So I know I haven't written in a looong time.  And I have real reason for abandoning you (for those of you who have missed my blog and felt abandoned).  I have mentioned it before that we don't have internet at home and I have wanted to make sure that I don't put too much pressure on my parents by being at their place too often.  Oh, and my stinky attitude would have probably caused me to lose a bunch of you.

Anyway,

The reason for this post is that I just wanted to say that God is faithful.  To be honest we are poor (like waying up the cost of buying cleaning products versus buying food) and I was starting to feel completely hopeless.  It had gotten so bad I had panic attacks. During this time I picked up Stormie Omartian's Power of the Praying Wife and started praying for Emiel (please understand that this was hard.  It is not easy praying for someone you are angry at).  Then  a copy of the Power of the Praying Parent came my way.  I musn't forget to mention Charles Spurgeon's Morning by Morning that my mother-in-law gave me.  Something changed drastically in me.  I have always prayed but I think my prayers and my faith was more anout God are you going to show up?  Through these books I've been reminded of just living like He's in control and falling in love with Jesus again.

What this means,
Our financial situation has not changed, but God is refining and clarifying our calling (epecially Emiel's) and it is so exciting!!!!!   I think honestly I just wanted to know that God hadn't forgotten about us and boy did He love on us.  Emiel needed to get an accreditation for his surf coaching.  This would enable him to open his own surf school at some stage (not while we live where we currently live) or just give more to Sonsurf Strand. It involved a hefty sum of money that we had NO way of paying.  So what did God do he paid by way of a friend of a friend.  What adds to the wowness of this is that Emiel needed to send this guy an e-mail about himself, his calling, future stuff, etc.  Before sitting down to write that e-mail Emiel would not have been able to give you a straight answer.  I am really stoked (surfer term that I don't often use but I thinkis perfect for the occasion).

Much love to you all
Philippa

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