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Ripples in the Water


 For two kilometers the little feet tread carefully down the dusty trail into the valley.  The blazing sun beats on his back and seems to mock the boy on his mission.  Ouch!  The toes complain as they stumble against a rock in the stream bed, but the little boy who owns them does not.  In fact his face turns quickly into a snaggle-toothed grin even as he winces.  A puzzling sight for curious onlookers. 

Two of his classmates splash in beside him with their buckets, hoping to scare away any slithery creatures that might be lurking nearby.  Filling their rickety pails quickly, the three children turn hastily to climb back up the hill to their village.  The parched lips of their friends at school beckon them to return with their precious cargo.   Besides the heat and dangers of snakes, this trip costs them valuable time in the classroom.  But today will be the last trip.  Today the long awaited well will be complete!

Two more wells!!  Two more villages!  Two more schools where the children will now have clean water!  Two more times my baby’s pennies have been turned to dollars and then into wells!  Twenty two hundred new people given access to clean drinking water!  And last but not least, over 200 people heard the good news that there is living water that brings eternal life, and fifty made decisions to live for Jesus at the dedication services of the wells!

Can you feel the ripples?  The ripple of impact made across the world among a people you and I will probably never meet.  Can you see that precious smile of the little boy whose life just changed?  Or can you feel the joy that comes from pleasing the Father’s heart?   That special swelling that comes when his people partner with him to bring about his will on earth. 

And I just learned that a four year old pre-k Sunday school class has sent in the full $1800 they raised to build another well.  And a very special middle school has taken on the challenge of building a well for Makiah and for the character of their students.  And even now there is almost $1000 sitting in an account at Operation Blessing waiting for the difference to come in so another village will be changed.

Thank you for building Makiah’s wells!  You know who you are and every penny has counted!  Please consider making a Christmas gift that will truly change lives this year… in honor of a loved one here or  in memory of one who has passed away.  Donations can be made through PayPal using the link to the right on this blog or if you would like a tax deductable receipt, checks can be mailed to:

Operation Blessing International
Attn: Brenda Fansher, CSB 322
977 Centerville Turnpike
Virginia Beach, VA 23463

*Mark your gift clearly for Makiah King and it will be credited to her account.



New Somanya, Ghana is a village of 700 people.



The village school children celebrate!



The previous water source for both villages was a stream over 1 mile away.



Nwneniso, Ghana is a village of 1500.

This well was built purely by well charms!  If you bought one, then this is your well!

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A Gift of Life in so many ways.  Will you consider this in your Christmas shopping?




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