Therapy

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I can't thank all my dear friends and family who have taken the time to read and write.  My friend, Michelle, who lives in South Africa told me that Face Book and email would be a life line for me......so true! Therapy!  To hear from you all is such a sweet savor in my day.

To write this blog is therapy for me.  Not sure if I will be able to post so much once language school starts, next Monday.  We already have our books and it looks quite intense.  Especially for us almost 40 year old's.  The director of the school told us the children will be able to lay their heads on the desk and sleep and when they wake up and it is time to leave they will be able to speak Indonesian.  : )  Meanwhile you know that Darron and I will be cramming and reviewing and blundering......  Oh to have the absorbing mind of a child.  Please pray that God will help us.

Currently we are waiting and waiting for this week long holiday to end.  Normally, we love holidays.  However, it means that we cannot house hunt as all the rental homes are full.  So here we are in our little motel rooms trying to be content and use our time wisely and not drive each other crazy.  Today, I was feeling a little crazy and then the Gallant's invited me on a trip to town.  Now that spells .....THERAPY! : )  To go to town in a private vehicle and to have a friend show me different items in the grocery store that I haven't been able to decipher......was wonderful.  The traffic was heavy due to the holiday, so we ended up being gone until supper.  I think the men were happy to have me gone and I was happy to be gone! : )  Ladies, can you relate?

At any rate, so glad to all be back together again.  I returned with pizza....which is such a treat here.  It was pouring rain upon my return.  Perhaps the beginning of rainy season?  Currently fireworks are popping off everywhere and the Muslims are praying/singing at the mosque's.  This is the end of their month of fasting so celebrations are great.  Last night we could hear them very loud at 2 a.m. through 4:30 a.m.....we still haven't figured out why they like the night so well.  Needless to say, we are all going to bed early tonight.  Many nights we are in bed before 8 or 9 because it is dark by 6.  Now that is Therapy!

Good night!

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  1. CandyAugust 30, 2011 at 7:48 AM

    Praying for you all. Love reading your blogs, they are a blessing and inspiration. Blessings to you guys. Candy, Marcos & Micah ;)

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