Thank you for your prayers

My Family,

Allow me to begin by heartily thanking each one of you for your prayers. To know that I am being carried before our God is a greater blessing to me than any of you can imagine. I have powerful confidence in the adequacy of prayer. God hears your requests, and should He choose to disregard them, it will not be carelessly, but deliberately, leaving me with the certainty that this is indeed His will for me at present. This assurance could not be mine, were it not confirmed by your prayers.

Several people have suggested that I take Tylenol PM for a few nights, until my body begins to fall into some sort of pattern. I loathe the idea of being dependant on a drug for sleep, but desperation was stronger, in this case, than compunction. The Dubes had brought Tylenol with them from the States, such sedative not being available here, and gave me enough for three nights. The first night I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow, and slept as one dead. As did I the next two nights. The fourth night I tried a concoction recommended me by Joy, one of the Korean teachers. The roots of two green onions boiled for an hour or so with four or five dates, the liquid then to be chilled and drunk. It tasted nothing like what I'd expected, but certainly no better. The aftertaste was indescribable. Unfortunately, antipathy was all the effect it provoked. I slept again fitfully. Joy was disappointed, and hastened to offer another suggestion that she insisted was quite Western: chopped onion and fish at the head of my bed for me to smell all the night. Is this antidote, I wonder, meant to lull me or to knock me out? Needless to say, I opted for more Tylenol. This I am now trying to slowly ween myself off of. I'm down from two pills to one, and will one of these nights try sleeping naturally again.

Again, thank you so much for your prayers and words of encouragement. They have lifted my spirits incommunicably.