Okay...Whew, what a whirlwind of life!
Paris finally let me in. So I went. Can I just comment on the Madrid airport? The first five minutes it reminded me of the new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Very whimsical...but then it became a nightmare...I was so irritated.
But, whatever. Made it into Paris. Which ended up being just the therapy I needed to recover....let me tell you:
So, I went for an arts and culture conference. Incredible...met the most amazing people, had gorgeous conversations, heard words that inspired and challenged, and felt my heart thud, and wrench and grieve and rejoice.
Okay, so I am a little emotional. (nothing new there)
Sunday morning, as we worshiped in the oldest Baptist church in Paris with voices singing French and English (and Spanish...I couldn't help it) melded together and steeped the air with praise, echoing off high beams and stained glass, God spoke to me in that hushed soul whisper.
And I know exactly what these words mean to me, and I am a little shaken by all that is happening and all that is to come.
But it is good.
Paris, ahhhh, sweet bliss! It even rained for me on Sunday! Made some new friends and talked them into a trip to the Eiffel Tower in the rain at night. They have this light mechanism that makes it "twinkle" for ten minutes on every hour.
We ate chocolate mousse and talked about all we had absorbed and were still trying to absorb from the gathering of artists with more vision and passion than can fit into one week.
If you are wanting to hear more, please write me. I cannot begin to describe all that has happened, not in this blog.
Yeah. Oh, and I lost my cell phone on the subway and freaked out my co-workers here and my family. They called my cell phone while it was lost and this French dude answers. But he did meet me at the train station to return my phone. My only source of contact with the world. I hate it...
Anyhow.
God takes care of us, no? Oui...Si...Yes...
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