This morning I took off with Karen again to the ladies Bible study. We spent most of the time praying for the children of the church, of these women, and of relatives. I was pushed to pray in French. It is a wierd sensation to be forced to do my communication in French; the truth being that I desperately want to pray in French- but I don't want to be the one making all the grammatical fautes in front ot "God and everyone." Oh well, this time I was paired up with a woman who is Malagash in origin and I did my best. What's cool about my God is that He knows me inside and out- whether or not I speak a language of this earth or not.

Well, I scored a free entry into the "america" of Europe today: EuroDisneyland here I come!!