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Monday
Heavenly Father,
Maker of Heaven and Earth, you are my King. I consider it a privilege to serve you. You are the melody of our lives, Lord, and your song continues as you use your people to work together so that all things will happen for good for those who love you and are called to your Holy purpose. (Romans 8:28) Thank you for watching over our daughter, Lindie, and sending her to the hospital where they can watch over her more carefully so that she can keep the new life you have blessed her and Bill with. I know that you will bless our time with her company and I feel grateful that we can take the pressure off the kids. Hosting a French couple for three weeks is more than they can cope with right now, but in your wisdom you have enabled Darryl and I to step in and be their hosts. Help us to find places to go and things to do in the flat plains and cornfields of Illinois, Lord.
Wednesday
Father,
You are maker of all, even Daryll. I will sing whatever melody you give me, Father, in faith. However, why did he have to paint an American flag on the front of our garage the day before Pierre and Josephine came? And why did he have to drag our wooden rocking chairs out onto the front porch? There he sat, waving a flyswatter when they arrived… I know it must have been difficult for him when Pierre came onto the porch and kissed him on both cheeks, but I would think that he could do better than to back away and wipe it off.
Thursday
God,
If this is your melody it is certainly a discordant one. Pierre gave Darryl and I some gifts. One was a small French flag. Next thing you know, Darryl had installed two American flags on either side of our car. We look like politicians wherever we go. Pierre has stopped kissing Darryl in the mornings now, and that’s tres bon. Fortunately, Josephine seems to be as helpless as I am in all this. Although we don’t share a language, we share the international language of women. We roll our eyes at each other tousjours.
Friday
God,
Melody? Ha! This is clashing symbols. What were you thinking? Pierre decided to whip up some crepes for dinner tonight. Good deal for me. Upswing? Hardly. Little did I know when Darryl got into our car to go on an errand before dinner that he’d bring home Moon Pies. Lord, I haven’t eaten them for thirty years, but tonight, at crepe making time, Darryl puts them out on a plate like they’re a food group. “American tradition!” he said. Ooh La La! I’m ready to return Darryl from whence he came, Lord, so if you can just find that dust you formed him from, I’ll return him. I’ve had it!
Saturday
God,
Today Daryll got the brilliant idea to take Pierre rock climbing. He made a point of taking a small American flag, so Pierre took the one back that he gave to us which was lying on the floor by the fireplace. Josephine and I went along for the same reason that people go to the scene of an accident. We got to watch two fools scamper up a pretend mountain clutching their nation’s flag between their teeth to “claim” the mountain for their country. Well, not exactly. After a few moments I ran into the restroom stall. The view was better.
Sunday
Heavenly Father,
My Lord and my God! Thank you for strengthening Lindie and enabling her to go to church and translate for the Bernard’s. Your melody was there, all along. It reached a crescendo at church today when Pierre spoke, translated by Lindie. I sat very low in my pew. Pierre stood there and thanked us for our hospitality and said that Darryl had brought the joy back into his life. He said Darryl taught him that America is a charming place (tres gentile). He said Darryl taught him that men are all alike, “tout la monde.” The way he said it, I think he thinks it’s a good thing…. Lord, those two went out of that church, arm in arm! Who knew? Thank you, Lord, for making all things happen for good, as you’ve promised. We’re going to France next summer! Please join us. I’ll need you!
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