I have a job interview at Walter Reed Middle School in North Hollywood Monday afternoon. It is a strong possibility, but even if that is not it, July 1 is looking like the moving day. It seems like everything is pointing that way. No one cares if I want another month (-: God always moves fast once something is in motion, and even though I know nothing, I have a feeling it is July. This, of course, brings up all sorts of panic—most of it is financial. I needed to work this summer to make money to move so how can I go without it?

The other issue is rather major. The INS. My appt. is July 14 in Dallas. I sat next to an immigration lawyer on my flight home last week and she told me that you have to be sworn in in the area in which you live, and that transferring it to CA could add a year to the process. This is a real downer, so I don’t know how that will work. I called Robin tonight and asked her to bring me LOTS of boxes. It is time to pack. I just feel it inside me.

Tonight I asked Pastor Steven if I could do the dance before I left and he said yes, that they would like to tie it into praying for me and anointing me. I am glad because I really wanted to do it here.

I have two more days of work—until my college job starts Tuesday. The kids are taking it better than their parents. I miss Dr. Hayes already. How do you say good bye to such good friends? I mean, I am saying good bye to Robin, but I know I will come back to visit her and even though we will see each other less, the quality of our time will be greater. But not Doctor ( I have dubbed this as his new first name). I could possibly not ever see him again. He stinks at email (-: I say good bye to one of the best friends I have had on June 9. That is probably what aches the most right now. You don’t just run down to Starbuck’s and order a great friend with your latte.

I sent my letter to the editor about him today. I wonder if they will print it. It is rather volatile. I basically come against all those how backbite against him. I will reprint it in here after I see if they run it. I had to wait til we both resigned or I could have been in trouble!

It is a completely overwhelming thought to imagine that one month from now I could be in Los Angeles. Can that really be?

I had an incredible morning with God today. It was so funny. I put on my Pointe shoes and did a simple ballet exercise from a Shachah tape with them on. When my feet hurt too much I took them off, but in that one simple exercise to the same worship song the warm ups are always to, I felt the presence of God in my living room. Then all I could do was dance. I danced and danced and danced this morning. Mostly I danced prophetically, knowing something was happening, and then I did “Dance with Me.” Even that was better. I got my intro tonight. There are 32 counts—slow counts!—before the first lyrics and I could not figure out what to do, but tonight as Pastor was teaching on the floor, I suddenly saw it. I have to work it out tomorrow, but it is a perfect way to use space, to get in place for the first choreography and also to illustrate the joy of running into the Bridegroom's presence. I think there are just some teeny tiny areas I need to refine, but I don’t know that a dance is ever done, same as a paper is never written. It is done now, but could be better, but I don’t push it—I wait for God. This is His dance. I am supposed to do it June 2. Will I? Will I still be in Tyler preparing to move the next week? Will I be on my way? I wish I knew. Or maybe I don’t—maybe if I knew I would not be so calm.