back from France

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Date: 05 March 2007 00:49:29

I think France was a good thing. I so so doubted my instincts when I decided to ask the docs if Guy could come to France as we'd originally planned and whether they'd release him from Dotty P's for the occasion. As it is the docs chose to discharge him and get him to come back for checks as an outpatient and our trip to France seems to have perked Guy up.

On observing the past couple of weeks, I'm still real worried about him and I know we're not arriving yet, but I know the meds are having some effect on certain levels. That is good. He's less down, still weird but not low. Also, the last wek and a bit more, he's been good with social time. Even if he didn't take much part in chatting with visitors, he seemed to be happy to watch and listen, not restless and jumpy like at the hospital. That gives me hope.
Goodness the road is looking long!!

I need to learn to pray all over again I think. I'm feeling less out of victory than yesterday but regaining my awareness of how much God really wants to and can do is entirely up to him. Not by might...
This morning's preaching by Vic was perfect for me. I so so needed to hear it. I now need to get some practical things into place which will drive me a bit, at least until I gain some momentum.
We sang Halleluyah this morning, and Your love reaches me. Both songs from the same album. One of those albums that has carried my weary soul on my Saviour's behalf. He's not the singer to no avail you know. Jesus gives life by the most creative means and stops at nothing. Not at donkeys, not at songs, not for any price. And leaves little buffetted me eternally thankful for his Comfort and Tender Touch.

I've got beautiful photos of my beautiful nephew and niece. I may put them on flickr. Seems like the best plan. I haven't the time just now to figure out how to put the here and Bebo dawdles more than I can put up with.

Finally, the juicy info last of course, I'm wondering wondering pondering about a man... I'm not in love. At least I think not. I know the googoo signs of a blind crush and it's not that either. Only, I'm captivated and curious. I like him and he likes me and I like that. I'm totally scared on one level and not at all on another. :) Watch this space I suppose.
Oh and PS: He's French. Tehee!
I've been talking and writing theology in French. Now that's a feat!! Oh my poor poor brain! I need that inexistant cross-eyed smiley-face again... Who's going to make it for me??

Night night