I conquered the nature trail today. All of a sudden after days of meandering around the forest, veering off the trail and missing big sections of it, I was through it following the path in no time at all. In fact I had to go back through to have any substantial time out there—and then discovered two ways through it. And then all of a sudden there was no mystery to the trees. The path was suddenly easy.

I still love my morning exercise on that trail. I have already been investigating Pasadena nature trails. Thus far I have found several, and all seem to be at Angeles National Forest. Apparently I am moving near a national forest. Cool.

My brain is functioning normally again because it is subjected to the right head—the headship of God, not the head of Susan. My pastor is one of the most incredible men I have ever known. His sermon tonight changed me. It was a lot like what happened June 22 in North Hollywood with Darrell. But after tonight I know why. It all makes sense. No one knew how deep it went. Some people knew the INS thing, but no one had a clue. I laughed and laughed—wishing Robin could be hearing what I was hearing. That sermon/ teaching was relevant to everyone and very important, but I will argue to the dying breath, that it was FOR me. Praise God!

I am home tonight. Beverly has a very nice house, but it is not mine. Even with the myriad of boxes and the dumb dog that makes me nuts next door, I had to be here tonight. In the morning it is me and God. Period.

A man offered me a free ride to Los Angeles on his plane. Unbelievable! But I would have to fly back commercially—as they are. This man sells airplanes. The one thing I hate about moving is all the great people I seem to have met now. I wonder why Tyler wasn’t it. Why was Tyler the holding pattern and not the flight plan? I can only imagine. Anyway, I probably won’t go—I had wanted to find a place, but the logistics are still annoying. If it were round trip I think I would, but it is just too hard. I guess I will stay here and worship Friday night. Imagine that.

My congressman’s office has my immigration information now. Like I am going to stop here. Miss Butler thinks my ministry is bound to go international and the enemy is trying to stop me because I scare him. That is why I love her. She believes in me! I can’t imagine since I can barely afford to fly WITHIN the U.S. But as Jan said, it is pure incompetence.

ARGABUGA!