Hicc ups

I have come to the realization that hiccups are another universal equalizer. Everyone gets the hiccups. Short. Fat. Rich. Black. Asian. Children. Presidents of Countries. I could even venture that the Prophet gets the hicc ups.

Doesn't that somehow make you feel so validated in your humanity? That there are unversial things that are shared by the whole human family?

Every one has a different philosophy for the war against the hiccups. Holding breath. Drinking water. Scaring. Standing on head. The only real way that I know is to ride them out. They just have to run their course.

Today, I was talking to a lady about the restored church of God and I could not create any kid of spiritual environment becuase every two seconds my entire body would shake and out would errupt an annoying hic up! Very very cool.

Food for thought.

Two big days just happened. or are about to happen. Mothers day. And my birthday. Mothers day equals a one hour conversation with people that I love by telephone. (it was followed by a meal of eel, sting ray and squid at the bishops who is a gormet only biological product chef)

It is so weird to talk to my family. It seems like we talk every day. And then I hang up and realize I am actually in france and it HAS been 6 months since I have heard their voices and it WILL in reality be another six months before I can hear their voices again. That sucks.

But we talked of school and mini vans and boyfriends and life and for a split second I felt so close to them. But the gently informed me that I have aquired a utah accent even while living in the south of france. Boo...I'll work on getting my souther drawl back so that I can fit in with my sisters...

and then my birthday. 24. weird. its just weird. But i'm sure that it will be just another day in mission life. Working and praying and teaching that their is a god. Most people don't belive me but that doesn't mean it's not true. We taught a lady this last week who's husband died a year ago. And she is still suffering from his loss. She was just sooo sad. So full of hurt and had no idea how she was suppposed to continue to live. I just wanted to pour my heart into her and let her feel the Love the Lord has for her and her Husband. She can see him again. I'm not sure she believed me but she liked the way she feels. She tried to pay us. Because we wouldn't accept she gave us an apple instead.

thanks.

So all in all...hicups are a gift of the creator. A way to feel connected to a starving child in central africa and the president of iceland at the same time. And well me. I always get the hicc ups.

And birthdays and mothersdays. All very very good things. and apples too.

have a good week.

shai