3/16/03

I just woke up—it is 9 a.m. in NM—not a lot of sleep, but enough for now. I woke up with the keen awareness that in a few hours Darrell and Terry will be at church worshipping with all their hearts—and I will be driving. I want to be there like I want to breathe right now. I am not kidding.

Yesterday I did not leave until 1 p.m. I meant to leave sooner, or at least nap if I stayed, but Darrell and I were talking. Terry called when I was on the road and asked me what I was doing getting out of there so late. I said “Well, Darrell and I started talking about God and you know how that goes.” She laughed. Yeah, she knows. I told her I was afraid I would not get out before she came home and then we would have been all weepy. She said, yes, that would have been bad because she might have just had to keep me. Darrell kept asking, “Now WHAT are the things you don’t like about Los Angeles?” UGH! I can’t say I would not love to be at that church and in on this new move which is what God has been preparing me for for years, but not LA. I hate the Valley; it is ugly. Rents are triple Tyler’s rates and they are so dumb they are laying off teachers. I tried to explain that. But I understand the question because of the God stuff.

I will leave here as soon as I can. I do not want to get tired like last night. I am about 100 miles from El Paso—which might be a long way home, but at least my license plate will look normal again. I am due at work tomorrow. My travel credit card is almost to the limit I put on it. My cash is low and my debit card is fried. Most of my snacks are gone, and so are my drinks. I had to come home. But I don’t want to anyway. My resources are empty, but I am more full than ever.

I will write more, but this will be the last entry from the road. The home stretch. I will write reflections later. There are so many. I think in some cases, I will also dance these reflections. When I think about what God had planned in HIS agenda this trip, I just am amazed by His goodness.

Is it June yet?(-:

3/16/03 2:37 a.m. Deming, New Mexico

I am in a Days Inn in Deming—I tried to stop over an hour ago and the motels were booked and I was tired. I could barely drive. I fought to stay awake and on the road. It was a bit scary.

Anyway, I am too tired to write. I will drive home tomorrow. My awesome road trip is almost over—certainly the best part is. I am counting the days til June.

More later.