Angels Watching Over US

Angels Watching Over Us

“And the angel of the Lord encamps around those that fear Him”

                

The motorbike with the rusted tank on it.

It was a normal Tuesday morning. Steven had just finished going to the market on his motorbike and was on the main divided street that leaves the city in the direction of our home. There wasn't much traffic around him and he was cruising on the inside lane next to the median. All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he saw a lady with dirty, and torn clothes, and with wild, crazy hair, running down the median focused on him. She had a rock the size of a grapefruit, and was getting ready to throw it at Steven. Just as Steven passed her, he saw that in mid swing she froze, rock stuck in her hand, and she was unable to move to finish the throw until he had passed. Safe at home Steven told us about the event and we were once again reminded of how God sends His angles to protect us. Later that week Steve found that the gas tank on the motorbike was rusted through. The bottom and lower sides of the gas tank looked like Swiss cheese, some of the holes were big enough to stick your finger through.  The only thing that was holding the gas in the tank while he was going down the road was the paint on the tank.

God Bless,

Helen

April 2015

Hello,

This is Steve writing. Here are a few pictures of what we were up to in the month of April.

The family is growing, but the motorcycle has not grown. Anne took this picture as we were heading somewhere near by. We don't take Timothy on the motorcycle where there is traffic, only the dirt roads around the property.

In April we began preparing to plant a garden. We plant in the winter here. It never frosts.

This is the TV stations little tractor. It really speeds up the gardening.

Helen canned Tomatoes. For a while you could buy a box of Tomatoes for two to three dollars. Now the price of Tomatoes has risen in the market, but we hope the canned tomatoes will last till the tomatoes ripen in the garden.

The T182 returned to our runway and our hangar for maintenance. This was great because we no longer needed to travel 45 minutes to an hour to the other airport hauling tools and parts back and forth on motorcycles. Instead, this was the commute to work on the plane. This is the view of the plane in the hangar from our front porch.

This is the same view as the above picture, just zoomed out.

Here I am inspecting a tricycle gear airplane, and Timothy is inspecting a tricycle.

I did work some in the evenings when Helen, Anne, and Timothy were in town.

This is your captain speaking. In about ten years I will be able to reach the rudder pedals.

I'm the inspector in the picture, but Helen and Timothy are the inspectors of the inspector.

The T182 opened up for inspection.

The inspector being inspected.

Now he could reach the rudder pedals, on his hands and knees.

Miguel is a pilot from Chile who came to visit. He helped me very much with the inspection. Opening inspection panels ahead of me and closing them behind me, among other things. I could not have done the inspection as fast with out his help.

God bless you guys,
Steve