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Today was the first time in a LONG time I have prayed in Khmer. It was over lunch and I was encouraged to give thanks.

It was a shaky start but I soon loosened up… perhaps a little too much. After I had asked God to bless the cook for making such a scrummy meal, I lost concentration and slipped in an automatic “Lord”.

I held my breath, giggled and then hastily explained that it was English … I didn’t want God to think I had just told Him to jump.