Well, for those who think enemy opposition to God’s work doesn’t happen (they tend to call it ‘the stuff of life’), don’t bother to read this!

Those who know about mission will know that France is a particularly tough cookie…I’m on my way today to spend 3 weeks there, 2 on the Vendee, 1 in Rouen and Caen…flew over from Belfast yesterday as my ferry was 0815 this morning from Portsmouth. On checking in, was told that it would be late cos of ‘something found in the port’…3 hours later, told it was cancelled due to ‘WW2’ ordnance dredged up yesterday…

Next ferry….actually, same ship as i’d have been on, is 2245…hmm. I can think of better places to spend another 12 hours at (I’ve been here 4 already) than a queue looking at locked steel gates in a ferry car park!

I was going today so I’d be ‘fresh’ for tomorrow night’s meeting in…er… La Roche sur Yon (?)…and dear Colin and Sue, having fixed up for a French nurse to stab my bum at 8am to ease the old muscles, are now trying to change that…

So glad, even though I couldn’t really afford it, that I’d booked a cabin on the ferry…Now I have 6 hours to sleep laying down, which is some compensation!! I’m so glad I set my alarm for 0415-this morning….NOT!!

This sort of happening is par for the course for Colin and Sue and their visitors: the enemy doing what he can to disrupt, delay, annoy, anger…well, he’s only succeeded with the first two, cos I’m feeling pretty chilled, and even more sure that the hot git from the hot place, is more scared of this trip than I imagined…

All the Cali guys were ‘got’ at pre, during, and post trip: Satan’s pretty predictable, and just cranks up my desire to stick it to him good and proper over these next 3 weeks!! Miracles, here we come: God, the Vendee is yours, you designed it, now come and have your way there, and let’s see the name of Jesus flying high, and him lifted up in glory, over that idyllic part of France!

And that the nurse can jab my bum at 1530 instead 😉