Gasp! I am writing this from a hotel room. I know my loyal readers are shocked that I would do such a thing. (Do I have any math people out there who would calculate the percentage of time this blog has been written from a locale other than my home?)

Anyway, yeah, in Dallas, Irving actually. The precision of location is vital in that Irving boasts a Johnny Carinos Italian restaurant, my newest favorite. Tonight one of the managers gave me free tiramisu, I think just because I was friendly and easygoing. It was amazing. Sort of like Lance at the truck rental place. The fact is, people don’t always recognize Jesus but that is who they see. I am not very nice without Him!

The BCIS—a/k/a INS (I wonder if they had to fill out From I-123456789 before changing their name) called out of the blue yesterday, in the middle of a hysterically wonderful packing-fest with Georgia (who thought I was going to write nasty things in here because she is so organized--I can only dream of being so together with this stuff!) and asked me to come in the morning, when they are closed, to interview and said I could be at a swearing-in ceremony at 11. Complaint letters? Congressman? Possibly. But the door will open in the morning by a guard working for the Holy Spirit. That is the bottom line. I don’t want to hear about natural stuff anymore. At early prayer last Friday morning God showed me in John on this very topic—we excuse everything with natural means, we think only limited in the natural realm. Jesus is supernatural.

I get a big truck for the price of a small one. Today the truck company said they would honor the old rate and let me have the big one at only $60 more, as I asked. But I am sticking with what I was offered yesterday. It is not a sure thing in writing like the higher price, but it was supernatural. Do I believe that was a provision of God or will I jump on the sure thing? I don’t want to be more worldly than heavenly anymore—and it is getting a bit easier each day.

I had an awesome time at early prayer today—amazing. I am amazed by God even though I shouldn’t be—or actually, maybe I should. Heaven forbid I ever lose my wide-eyed wonder at His great and glorious grace.

Today I heard from Glendale. They do math like I do because they say I have 56 hours beyond my bachelor’s degree. Obviously they count some classes I did not think counted. That takes me to the next level of pay. I am amazed at that too.

The wonderful assistant to Pastor Darrell at church in LA wrote in response to an address change email and said she was looking forward to being involved in the dance ministry should the Lord lead me that way. Wow! Word gets around—and with Darrell and Terry, I never have to worry that it is bad.

I told God I saw a picture of Him in all this—I guess it is becoming clear. This whole thing is, to me, like a giant puzzle with a million little pieces. I find it baffling and incomprehensible. But God just sits back in front of those million pieces and ever so casually pops each one into its appointed slot. It is nothing for Him. He is God. He is the Creator. Oh, how I wish people knew—and it is not even a secret. But yeah, the pieces fit together more neatly by the day. It is nice to be back in a surge of stuff happening—it was a slow ride for a while there. Well, to my earthly thinking it was. I am kind of expecting the TRS check to come early now. And the apartment in Pasadena… It is a puzzle piece God holds in His holy hand, wanting to lay in the mass of pieces when the time is right. I can’t see the piece, but my God doesn’t complete a whole puzzle and leave a gaping whole in the center.

Off to sleep. I have a 5 a.m. call for a 7 a.m. appearance at the BCIS (Bureau of Citizenship and Immigration Services). I intend to wait as long as necessary—of course they are closed Wednesday mornings until the citizenship ceremonies—they are just letting me in. And people think this is NATURAL? How could they?