Five months ago the initial road trip began in Quitman, Texas, and now I am back. This time Robin will be in the car with me while Steve leads with a truck. But this time the stakes are higher. I have been emotional all week. This morning already I have had a major sob fest, laughed with Robin, danced on Pointe, ran the nature trail in Quitman, read my Bible and remembered God, and put up and torn down walls. And I have only been up two hours!

In a minute I am going to go dance to “Dance with Me” –the song I danced to at my old church. I do it again in eight days (unless the schedule has changed in California) and I have not practiced much. Kind of hard to do grand jetes in a living room mired with boxes.

Then I will shower and organize my stuff—visit a friend later—see Tara after that and pray with Robin before going to bed—and heading out on the road. I plan to blog from motel rooms again. I said I would end this blog August 5—the night the road trip ends and we arrive in LA. This blog has become so integral to the journey; it is hard to part with it.

Besides, when God calls you, does the road trip ever end?