The strangest, most beautiful thing happened last night... Tiger was late at work (I mean really late--got home at 1:45 type of late), and I was in a mood, taking it personally that I hadn't heard from any of my European friends lately. I IM'ed Tiger to see if they had sent us an Update from Nice lately, to see if we were still on their prayer request list or if they had forgotten about us (not that I really thought they had forgotten about us, but, like I said, I was in a mood). In the meantime, I went to the church Nice's webpage and was looking at pictures of people I love in Nice, people who are new and I never met, people I met in Seattle who are now in Nice, and I was flooded with all sorts of emotions--of wanting so desperately to be there, not wanting to leave all I have here in the States, not wanting to take my daughter from her grandparents, wondering what our next Operating Instructions are. It doesn't help that it was late and I was overly tired. Tiger IM'ed back and said we were in their last Update. My heart gave a sigh of relief. I laid down next to my tiny sleeping angel, my mind racing with hopeful scenarios, plot lines, song lyrics, conversations, and anything else my brain could conjure up at the time. As I was trying to muddle through the mental mess I thought, I just need to pray. Out of all this mental guano came a gorgeous, fast, and lengthy prayer, all in French. I was astounded and awed by it. On my own, I can say maybe three sentences on my own in my pathetic version of French, before I hit my word limitation and I can only go on in English. But not last night. It flowed from my mind and heart out to God. I've never spoken in "tongues" or anything like that, but I wonder if this was a sort of heart's version of the thing? It gave me hope. I guess I can't prove that what I "said" made any sense to anyone but me and God, but I suppose that isn't quite the point now, is it?