For those who have read our book “Dreams Come True if You Believe”, you may remember our adopted son Jeremiah – a musically gifted teenager who was one of the first to join our family. This month, he and another of our adopted boys were accepted into the Discipleship Training School (DTS) at Youth With A Mission in Madang.

In both the hospital and the prison, the Lord has been touching the hearts of people who joyfully accept Christ. Even more joyful is the fact that our adopted son, Cedric (who recently welcomed his second child), has joined us in this ministry. Our desire is to send him and his family to pastoral school so that he can continue his work even more effectively.

At the beginning of this month, we were able to hold a baptism at our church, Promise Land! Many of you have read our book, “Dreams Come True If You Believe”, and now another dream of mine has come true.

Our team has started 4 more Discipleship groups in prison. We are grateful to the Lord that we can serve the prisoners each week without any hindrance – providing not only spiritual food but also physical food, as the conditions in the prison leave much to be desired, and many prisoners are emaciated or ill.

You know you’re in Papua New Guinea when, during the service, instead of choir singing, there are dances with drums, and instead of writing a check as an offering, someone brings a sack of coffee to the altar.

And to use the water pump, you first need to call all your neighbors so they can turn off their electric kettles.

A flood of sick people has overwhelmed both Grandma Sharon’s clinic and our own. The most challenging part, as it turned out, is not only diagnosing and administering the correct treatment but also convincing people that their ailments are not due to witchcraft, but real diseases that require a dose of antibiotics.

We have been able to conduct children’s ministry in Mamarei village! It’s truly joyful to see how, after about ten years, our boys are now serving other children—just as we once served them. How quickly they have grown!

Activities at our kindergarten will resume next week! We expect up to a hundred little Papuans aged 4 to 6 to come to learn to read and write,

I don’t know when was the last time I slept more than 5 hours, and yesterday I didn’t even have time to do my hair. Welcome to the realities of missionary life! This month has been very intense. Tribal wars, jungle trips, dances, earthquakes. Teacher training, baptisms, small groups, and printing 400 T-shirts.

Last month, as in all the past six months, we actively preached the Gospel – in church, in prison, in remote villages, at markets, in the shade of trees, and from house to house. Many people accepted Christ, a peace treaty was signed between two warring tribes, and many also responded to the call to renew their relationship with God.

We thank the Lord for His protection during the two-week trip to Indonesia! And although the last days were overshadowed by bouts of malaria, nevertheless, Eugene and his team were able to preach the Gospel in many schools, prisons, and simply on the street.

In the last 3 weeks, I spent 10 hours in the kitchen daily. Don’t even ask me how many people I have fed during this time and how many times – I’ve long since lost count. Somewhere in between, I turned 35, but I hardly noticed. Every day, I wake up at 5:00 AM with only one prayer on my lips

Thanks to constant prayers and financial support, we can work here in Papua New Guinea, one of the most remote and forgotten corners of the world, but not by the Lord. As you know, one of our main ministries is medical, and very often our morning starts in the middle of the night, not with coffee, but with the next patient (patients) waiting for us to help them.

25 thousand steps, almost 17 kilometers of distance, 5 hours of sleep – a day in the life of a missionary in one screenshot. The claws of a rooster and rubbery stew made from pig intestines – the breakfast of a missionary that won’t be served in a restaurant.

At this time, a youth congress is taking place at Promise Land, where young people from all our daughter churches have gathered! Please pray that the Holy Spirit works among the youth and awakens them to new life. Also, please pray for peace among the three villages surrounding “Promise Land”: Mamarai, Tompetaka, and Kamanda. These are long-standing enemies, and there is an ongoing war between them that periodically flares up. Each of these villages has our church, and for the past few years, there has been peace between them.

Greetings to you, our co-workers of “New Fields.” Thank you everyone for your loyalty and warm hearts, inspiring you to serve with us to the ends of the earth! We have come to the end of an amazing three months that we were able to spend at the “Youth with a Mission” base in Koné.

Greetings to you, our dear colleagues. We thank the Lord that we can perform this service to the ends of the earth – together with you. Regardless of whether we are surrounded by painted Papuan warriors or (often no less painted and even more unattained) inhabitants of stone jungles

As I mentioned before, the Papuans are eagerly awaiting our return, but they are not wasting any time. This month, the youth with Promise Land organized a music congress.

And all the churches are burning for the Lord and actively engaged in prayer, worship, and evangelism

Thank you for joining us in the labor of spreading the gospel to the ends of the earth. As our grandmother Sharon writes, there has been no electricity on “Promise Land” for a week now – not uncommon for Papua New Guinea.

We sincerely thank everyone who continues to work with us to the ends of the earth, making it possible to spread the Gospel in remote areas of Papua New Guinea. As we prepare for our move and three-year term of service in PNG, we are acquiring some things now to use upon arrival.

We never cease to thank God for those people who bear responsibility for the churches in the villages of Yonki, Asas, Atuka/Anditapa, Tompetaka, and Obura.

Reaching villages, like Obura, for example, is not so easy.

We thank the Lord for this year, the reloading and preparation for further service in Papua New Guinea. Not only was I finally able to translate the first book into English and Ukrainian, and write the second one, but as a family we were also able to seek God’s face more and receive a more accurate vision of our service in PNG.

put on their hearts to spend these 5 weeks in ministry at the ends of the earth, are preparing to leave for Papua New Guinea! Pray for them, they all have families, children who have remained on prayer support here in the States, while the ministers will carry His Word to the ends of the earth.

We live by prayers for peace. I think the events in Ukraine have forced many Christians around the world to unite both in prayer and and in help. Sometimes, we hear comments from “well-wishers”, well all dear, with war in Ukraine, all your support will stop, and you might as well pack up and go!

I can’t even describe how great the need here is – the farther we go into the jungle, the more terrible the conditions are under which people live. There is a huge number of patients with AIDS, typhoid and tuberculosis, people with open wounds, twisted bones that were broken for many years, but did not heal properly.

I can’t even explain what God does during our short medical visits. On another trip, we were stopped by tribal warriors, armed in full ammunition with spears, bows, and arrows, and they delayed us for a whole hour.

On the weekends we were able to hold a youth convention from all our subsidiary’s churches. Over 100 people who were up to 20 years old gathered to worship the Lord together and study His Word. We were able to provide three meals a day and prizes for sports achievements.

Here is how we live: waking up, getting the kids to school, quiet time with God, and then work work work. Close to the afternoon I remember that I had no breakfast, I hastily swallow my coffee with one hand keep typing the alphabet for preschoolers with the other.

Living and raising children in the jungle is not an easy task, I’ll tell you but we try to be not “correct” but “real”. We include them in conversations discussing everything as it is. Recently I was talking with our teenager Matthew. We discussed our upcoming trip home.

I return in my mind to our trip to the island Norman Bay is just a few weeks ago. The water around this island is so stormy that a motorboat, on which we came just couldn’t dock to the shore. We spent 2 weeks there, and it was always raining. There is no electricity here, no stores, no roads, and the only first-aid station closed last year due to tribal war.

Greetings from the province Milne Bay where we are we have been for almost 3 weeks preaching from home to home, from island to island (there is around 600 island). And people here are waiting not only for their discoverers but also, much more important for the Gospel.

A war broke out between tribes Agarabi and Tappu in our area over land rights disputes. Everywhere you can see armed soldiers, spears, axes and angry people. Grenades are exploding and burn whole villages. Matthew and Miroslava go straight through the epicenter of the war to school,

Papua New Guinea is one of the world’s leading country in
terms of crime, and its capital, Port Moresby, is officially the worst tourist
destination.
The criminals are mostly from single-parent families who run
away from home and roam the streets, gradually turning into criminals.

The prison ministry is slowly growing into another church. Five prisoners are getting ready to be baptized. Thank you for carrying this ministry together with us! For Christmas we are planning to be busy – we are preparing a Christmas program

Although I gave birth to only two white children, I have many more black children in my heart. The nineteenth child is called Simon. I will never forget when I saw him for the first time – we picked him up, barefoot and tattered, from the street of the big city where he lived and was surviving with food that people threw to him.

Quinilla is three and a half years old and is was always smiling, talkative, and even when she became ill with typhus, it did not completely wash the smile off her face. She knows the words of all the songs that we sing