Over the past several months, new doors of blessing have been opening to Casa Segura, both within Bolivia and in Australia. Through the hearts of just a few people great things are being accomplished.

 One lady in Australia has a gift for making clothes, and through a friend of ours she heard of the children at Casa Segura. Her heart was touched and moved to send some of the work of her hands to Bolivia and many children have been blessed.

A church in Bolivia saw an opportunity to bring their staff to our property for a retreat. Through their desire to get close to God, we too were blessed. A few weeks later they brought 200 students from their Christian school out of a day of activities. They brought a day of fun to our school children along with them.

A group of ladies who meet together to fast pray each month had a desire to give food to orphans. After a few months their desire grew to do even more, so they all came to teach the children about God and cook them all lunch.

Imagine the blessings that you could bring to others around the world, if you allowed God to move your heart...

Between two borders…

The process of getting a Bolivian visa is never simple.

Each and every time you set foot in an immigration office, there is a new rule, a new problem, and a new person to talk to. However when it becomes necessary to get a visa for Brazil in order to receive a Bolivian Visa things become infinitely more complicated. As Mik Henzell and I discovered a few weeks ago, when he attempted to renew his Bolivian visa.

We set out , as instructed by the immigration office in Riberalta, to the Brazilian border to  apply for a Bolivian visa with the Bolivian Consulate in Brazil. At the end of the day, after 6 hours of walking between immigration offices and police stations in Bolivia and Brazil, crossing the river 6 times, and speaking to countless officials in Spanish and Portuguese, Mik had was left between two borders. Unable to enter Brazil or return to Bolivia, and with no-one offering any solutions, we contemplated camping on the island in the middle of the river for the night...

So as day 2 began, we entered the Brazilian Consulate in Bolivia and for a  moment wondered if we were going to get bounced from office to office once again. Thankfully the Brazilian Consul was moved with compassion and managed to untangle the web of bureaucracy between Brazil and Bolivia in which Mik was trapped. By lunch time he had entered Brazil, been issued with his Bolivian visa and we were on our way back home to Riberalta. Praise God!