09/08/2026
There are things we do every day without thinking.
Sitting up in the morning. Reaching for something to eat. Making eye contact with someone we love. Speaking a word out loud.
Irene John had lost all of it.
By the time she arrived at Boram Hospital from Amboin, cerebral malaria had taken everything. She couldn't sit. She couldn't eat. She couldn't speak. Her eyes, when they were open, focused on nothing. She could only lie still while the disease did what it wanted with her body.
She was also six months pregnant — though no one knew that yet.
Pilot Anton Yudzitski flew Irene to Wewak, a journey that by canoe would have measured in hours Irene simply did not have. The medical team received her and began treatment immediately, working to push back an illness that had already taken so much.
And slowly, Irene began to return.
First she could sit. Then eat. Then speak. Her eyes, which had stared at nothing, began to focus again on the faces around her. Each small recovery was its own quiet miracle — the kind that only means something when you've watched someone lose it entirely.
It was during this time that the discovery was made. Irene was six months along, carrying her fifth child. Anemia had compounded everything her body was already fighting through, and she needed treatment for that too before anyone could talk about sending her home.
Somewhere in the middle of all of it, the ministry team showed up. They didn't come with medical answers. They came with presence, with prayer, and with the King of Glory series — Scripture told in Irene's own language, meeting her in a season when she deeply needed it. A woman who days earlier couldn't speak was now hearing about the God who spoke life into existence.
She was discharged healthy, her baby still growing, her strength restored.
Four children waiting at home. A fifth on the way. And a beautifully full life that, for a moment, had slipped toward the edge and was pulled back.
Your support made this flight possible. God did the rest.