Today was my last Sunday as a member of my church. Sure, I will be back, but it will never be the same. Sometimes I want to yell at some of these people who saunter in at their leisure and sit there half awake—do you KNOW what you have in this church, our pastor? Do you take it so for granted that you ignore what God might be trying to do?

How blessed I have been to sit under the leadership of this mighty man of God. Again I am reminded of the inordinate blessings on my life. Some people never have a pastor like this—and now I am heading off to another awesome man of God. I hardly suffer for the Word. God is good to me.

I have wrestled with a bit of something the past day or so, but it doesn’t matter because I learn more each day to walk in victory. I overcome because I have to in order to live. If you are spiritually dead, what is the use of being alive?

So it is Sunday and I have all day to pack. I should be thankful, but instead I am restless. I will force myself to work. The more I get done the less I have to worry as I am having fun all week!

I had a marker leak on my bed Friday night—I was so tired from the (awesome) night before at Robin’s that I conked out at 8 p.m. with an open marker! So I had to launder all my bedding (Praise God it all came out!) but I didn’t bother trying to put it back on my bed. I figure, great, I have clean sheets and a comforter for the new place. So my bed now has a loose sheet laying on it. I will only sleep here four more nights.

I am running copies of all the videotapes I want before giving the cameras to the new teacher at Lee. I finished letters to special people in my life—my dance teachers at Shachah and my pastors. And I am packing up more and more each minute. Garbage bags fill the curbside even days before the scheduled pick up. Everything is different.

Church was a bit disappointing today. So many people were out, including people I really wanted to see and will not see again until I get back to visit. I was sorry about that. But I was thankful for the ever-passionate preaching of my pastor. I left more excited than I arrived—I usually do.

Tomorrow I have dinner with Beverly. Tuesday is open because the last I heard the dancers wanted to do something but then no one got back to me, but now it is open anyway! I might make other plans. Wednesday is the truck, and my last church service at TM. Thursday is loading and cleaning. Friday I am gone to Quitman until we leave Sunday morning. And then the next chapter begins.

I can’t believe I ever thought of doing this without Robin. I couldn’t have made it. I thank the Lord He knew that first.

I am learning and growing in God by leaps and bounds. When He moves, He doesn’t do it slowly. And boy and I glad.