à la folie!

Heather and I are in France (near Grenoble) visiting her parents, who are missionaries here. And talking to them about our plans for the coming year.

I'm hoping to go to a restaurant so I can order one of these:




And I learned how the French play "He loves me, he loves me not." As each petal is pulled, you say, "He loves me...": "pas du tout" (not at all) then with the next petal "un peu" (a little) then "beaucoup" (a lot) then "passionnément" (passionately) then "à la folie!" (to madness!). Then it starts over.

I think everyone deserves à la folie.

Especially God.