After a rough weekend I feel like myself again. I won't detail the rough parts but it was probably—EXCEPT for church—my worst weekend in a long time. By last night, a second night when I could not sleep, I was literally out of bed battling the spirits of darkness. Me and my resurrection streamer. I went to sleep covered in that streamer listening to Terry Inman, the pastor before Darrell at the LA church who came back and gave them a word this year. It was about resurrection of course.

No messages from Terry so I guess that my travel dates were fine. I mailed her the itinerary today. It seems too too far off. But this is the week… my mouth can‘t stay closed anymore. It is to hard because the world is moving on. I admit it is a bit disconcerting.

I don’t know how I will ever catch up with people who have not read my blog. I started this almost two months ago and I am not the same. When I read my pen and paper journal before my trip, I can almost see God at work planning all this.

Still on weekends like this past one, in hazy moments and cloudy dreams, I wonder again if this can be true?

I have a lot of appointments to make. I don’t know where to start—or when.