Two messages today, one right after the other, add to the confirmations and direction. Another friend in LA called: Erica. After years, Erica just calls. Today. Another call cleared up one hurdle in my logistical area. One thing after another happens, faster than I can think. That dream was very telling, most likely a God Thing. Shachah was wonderful, and I danced like I knew where my feet went again. By the time I left, I was bouncing off the walls, singing loud praises in the car and gushing all over again. I called Terry and left a message after all—gush gush gush. I knew she would understand.

After a Fazoli’s take out lunch and my regular accidental Saturday nap, I am ready to walk around this nice area and absorb the sun and the Son.

It is all becoming so EASY. I was thinking of it as I drove back to the hotel How do you disobey God? I don’t have a concept in an area this big. I have LOTS of concepts of blowing it big time and making mistakes and missing it, but when it drops into your lap, it seems to me there is only one path.