Susan's Road Trip to California--Continued

This is probably the longest road trip EVER. Before it ends back in Texas next year sometime I will have experienced many things from ecstatic spiritual highs to deep humility and pain. In the end I will come out stronger and knowing more than ever. My TX pastor said it best--I have a great CAPACITY to grow spiritually. If only it weren't so hard to do. If only you could fail alone.

Friday, August 29, 2003

I gave up and came home for a break. I am far too sleepy! I was drifting in the meeting—and it was not boring! Three meetings a day is too much. And around here some places are not air conditioned much so the fans were pathetic in the afternoon. I was too hot-it felt cooler outside. The talking people were back. I avoided being near them.

I asked someone in the bookstore about the prayer ministry, she told me the lady’s name who is in charge of it and said she was attending the conference, so I am on the hunt! I was going to skip tonight and stay all day, but I decided to go back tonight, skip the a.m. and stay the rest of tomorrow. It is really fascinating stuff. It is the way I believed back at the start of all my revelation. I used to ask Robin why my eyes couldn’t be healed so I didn’t have bad vision. I truly believe that to this day. But people think you are off your rocker when you talk that way. We are to naturally minded (I am very guilty of this). Beyond that, healing room people have identified psychological roots for many diseases. I happen to buy into that pretty seriously and have felt that myself—but boy, there is a quick way to lose a friend. I don’t know that I understand it all—and tomorrow there is going to be some demonstration and a question and answer session so that will help. But I will tell you, I buy into this more than most things people teach that seem far out there. Worship has more bizarre teachings than this healing ministry. I think we are just not accustomed to thinking like this.

Wonder if I will ever get to be involved in something like this. I am not sure why, but I feel that is a direction God is taking me—which I find almost bizarre. But I am not a sickly person (and often when I am it is related to emotion or that I wore myself out—which is also related to emotion!) and I have faith in this area so maybe if I were in a situation where someone were asking for it and receiving it, it would be a good place for me. One of the pastors at this church received a healing after a long struggle at the healing rooms in Santa Maria—my hometown. I wonder if know anyone there.

Anyway, I will head back for the evening session in a couple hours. I am NOT an afternoon person at ALL! I need to go to Wal Mart, too—but the freeway was gridlocked and I was hot so I put it off. It is to far for surface streets on a Friday. Worst case, I will go Sunday after church or Monday. Labor Day at Wal-Mart—that ought to make it feel like home.

I am looking forward to Christmas in Texas, but also to life here. I won’t get home before that. I won't get home for Maxine’s wedding, it doesn't look like, unless something changes. That is hard, but I wouldn’t have had time to go to Tyler and see people and stuff anyway, so maybe it would have been harder to be in Texas and not go to church. My flights for PA seem to want to connect in Dallas and I won’t do it. I can’t get that close—it would be too hard, so I am diverting. Now that I want to fly coast to coast many flights are connecting. BLECH! The retreat center is full and I am on the waiting list—surprise surprise. But I will do one of two things—a cheap Allentown hotel or sleep on the floor in a Shachah room. That is what was going to happen last year. But I am going. If I don’t dance soon I will ferment.

I love being at a church conference. It makes me feel at home because I spend so much time on ministry trips and stuff. This time I know no one but it is actually helping the adjustment. Go figure.

Pasadena is such a nice city. I could stay here a long time if I had to. The weather and the neighborhoods are so pretty. Who knew you could live ten miles from downtown Los Angeles and live on a tree lined street by a park with a rose garden and have quiet nights? The only thing that reminds me of a city is that my home is not far from a major hospital so I hear sirens frequently. Of course in my old neighborhood I heard them for other reasons!

All in all this is an okay place. I miss dancing and will take care of that soon, but that is all that is lacking. It is a nice place. I am close to everything in the entire southern California area, live near freeways that are usually free flowing, have access to many Christian events, live in a nice place in a quiet neighborhood and so far the earthquakes are in Santa Clarita.

As long as I don’t get shaken up, I think I could like it here.



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