Things are better. A miracle happened that basically assured me the money will be there to move regardless of what the State of Texas does. But you know what? I think that solution was merely an answer to my prayer of mercy, that I not have to hang in limbo. God is being gracious to me. I won’t need it because I will have my money; I believe that.

I wrote the probate court tonight in South Carolina. If that money comes through sooner than TRS I can borrow from that, replace it with TRS money and still be using my own money. We will see. But it is all a go.

Crazy day with Robin and Steve and trying to plan the truck and stuff. More changes—and I don’t think Rob will EVER see me dance. It NEVER works out and so I quit. That breaks my heart here and there for little spurts, I cry then move on. But I long for her to be there. I couldn’t have never danced without her, and now I fear she will never see it. In this case it was just a bonus, not the reason, but it was just going to be so special because of how it all worked out.

I still don’t know when we are leaving. It was PERFECT. All settled. And then it fell apart. Again. I wish so much I had a place to take my stuff to, not just random storage. But I can’t imagine how that could be.

Because I know one way or another the moving money is there, I have the option of going to Vermont. I just could not decide til I knew. I really think I want to and am praying. I can get a cheap flight but hotels and rental cars add up. I am seriously thinking of driving. A road trip up the East Coast in summer is SO appealing. It also is crazy! But I have some reasons for wanting to go that I would not even dare blog. They are that personal. They are good, but nothing I would share… but those reasons alone make me want to take a road trip. In some ways this blog must be at the end of its cycle. Susan’s Road Trip, both literally, and now metaphorically, has almost ceased. When I arrive in LA in August, that will be it,. It could be appropriate to have another road trip on here before it stops. (Let’s face it, though, we all know I will begin another blog when I arrive. It will have a different URL but will still be my blog. I wonder if I will call it The Honeymoon. I will explain this marriage thing in a future blog, but it is not about literal marriage, of course.)

I shared my miracle in church tonight. I told about Hasmik and the job and what God did—and how I almost missed it and was wondering if I had totally missed God just right before it happened. The more I tell it the more I see the true miracle of it. WOW! People really rejoiced with me. Pastor commented a lot and shared with the church how I had come to him a couple months ago about moving. He even talked about how he read EVERY WORD of my email—and joked it was long but he doesn’t want to miss anything. That made me feel good. Jan, of course, held up her hands to indicate a LONG letter and said, yes, they are VERY long. It was hysterical. Everyone who has read a Susan Letter was laughing. Pastor said I am a journalist so I write a lot. Yeah, and I just plain talk a lot—that is the truth! He joked that he could not believe I could tell that story so quickly! It was great.

I got to seriously dance today. Usually in church we don’t do the kind of free worship, prophetic dance, we did today, but we barley used anything but our hands and feet. And, man, was I feeling free. In some ways I am even freer these days because I am only half here anyway. But I was able to just dance as the Spirit led me, and was surprised to see some of the new things God has placed in me in the dance. Much of it has come out of my “Dance with Me” song. I can see the fruit of my practice, and it is neat. Of course all that choreography is God’s. It is the most prophetic choreographed dance I know! Tonight we even danced to “Moving with the Lamb.” I have known that song over a year but I don’t know why I never thought of it as a dance kind of moving, and Pastor Steven related it to dancing with Jesus—and the feel was the same as my song. I was back talking to Luella who was encouraging me to just move with it. But I told her it was not the time. We don’t tend to dance Sunday nights. Then suddenly Pastor Steven called the dancers to dance during the ministry time. Luella had it all along. It was amazing. It was so neat today.

I am about to get in bed and write a letter to Terry and get to sleep. Tomorrow Monday, is the big good-bye. I can’t recall the last time I said good-bye to a really wonderful friend, but I have to tomorrow. The Doc is leaving. I am losing one of my best friends.

The word Terry gave me was about God restoring to us everything we give up for the Kingdom—more fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers etc. IN THIS LIFE—I quoted that tonight as I shared about Hasmik and how God has lessened the blow with such a great job and principal. It was so neat to realize.

But tomorrow will still be sad. I have lots of dark chocolate for his journey—and a ballerina card so he will remember his loony, dancing buddy.

I still don’t know how this is all going to work out. The truck and gas is about $1000. Storage is another $150 or so. I need two tires on my car. At some point I will pay $1500 or more to move in a place in CA. I have to register my car in the state which is hundreds of dollars. We have hotels on our way to CA, plane tickets back for them. I need to rent a PO box when I go out next week. I guess it makes sense that I am a bit overwhelmed and trying to figure it all out! It is a bit nuts, huh? I am a planner. I want it all together. You cannot be haphazard with all this—it is too complicated.

Luella is coming over tomorrow to help me pack and just visit. I might have more answers tomorrow too—TCTA lawyers (I am trying to get my money released now since I fulfilled my contract already), probate court, Texas A&M Commerce where I am likely taking two grad school classes second term so I can boost my Glendale pay $3000 a year and also have the financial help now. Lots of stuff. Maybe that is why I always liked Mondays. For a person who has Interminable Hope, the start of the week brings potential for more. Interminable Hope. Yup.

Hope does not disappoint.