The conference is officially over. I didn’t get to see Cheryl and the others tonight—guess they were not there. Probably they were napping for their night prayer later! The message was good. The people around me were annoying yet again. Earlier today a gray haired, formerly dignified looking (until this occurrence) sat there next to his diligent wife, CLIPPING HIS FINGERNAILS! In church—the man loudly and obviously clipped his nails. Last night a lady in an elaborate state of dress sat down a few rows behind me and began talking full volume to a man next to her—during worship of course. Tonight a guy came in and sat down a few rows ahead of me. Then another man came and talked to him. They actually got up to leave to talk—which I appreciated. But alas! They only perched themselves at the break in the rows and sat talking—not loudly like the woman, but loudly enough that you could not help be disturbed by it. None of this counts the many cell phones that went off—and the people who seems the least bit bothered. They obviously made a conscious choice to sit in church with their cell phones on. I was so disgusted. And every session, without fail, when the speaker got up, there was pretty much undivided attention. So God is not good enough but the speaker is. Man, I wondered if lighting was going to strike!

Back to the lady from the first night… I had an interesting realization about that. Tonight I met the lady she had talked to half the time—this other lady was very nice (and had lived in Tyler!). The other lady was not there today, but I thought for something. For all I know the talking lady could be a sweet and nice lady but her one night in front of me yammering away during worship cost my respecting her. Now she may not give a flying fig if I respect her, but it is a lesson for ME. One off day to someone who doesn’t know you can have a profound effect. So it was annoying beyond everything, but also a caution.

So it is approaching 10 and I am home doing laundry because I will have no time to tomorrow and I ran out of good underwear! (Excuse me if any gentlemen read this, but I think it is my girlfriends and I!) There is so so much to do. Tomorrow I will go to church at my church—by the time I get home and eat lunch it will be 3-4 p.m.. I will shower and get in the car and go back to this church. The guy in the bookstore even knows me now! I am a little intimated but the thought for doing double churches a prayer ministry, dance classes and teaching full time. But it will probably be easier when I actually DO it.

So the conference was a God Thing. I had a feeling there was a purpose there. Can’t wait to get it underway—and boy will I learn a lot about prayer. I came to LA and got the Kansas City prayer people. AMAZING.

On a different note, two and a half years after the librarian at Quitman Junior High School tried to contribute to my demise, hers was imminent in the morning paper in Tyler. “Quitman Librarian Arrested” touted the headline. She made threats, it alleged, toward the superintendent. I was not surprised. She was the reason I was researching Texas Education Code and fighting for my job and evaluation my last year there. It is sad, but I don’t feel sorry for her. She made her own decisions. She has been mean and attacked people and what she has sown she is reaping. She needs Jesus. That is the hope.

Maybe she will meet Him in jail.