My pastor rocks.

I don't have time right now to write about my visit with Pastor Jerry, but it helped a lot. It is a good thing that BEFORE the visit I said all I did about loving and respecting him so much so now it doesn’t just look like I am happy because he said something I liked! Actually what he said surprised me. He even said if he had more time he might try to spread it out but I was here NOW and so he was just saying it. I told him that was fine; I didn’t come here for candy coating. It was a very nice talk, but he said a lot of things he had thought that gave me good insight. What was interesting is he said all he did just based on the OVERVIEW I gave him—not the details—I didn’t even get that far.

It helped—and will help me make it better when I get back to LA. I will write in more details after I get back—I don’t want to waste my last few hours home writing about something I can write about anytime, but check back for the update. I am not sure in how much detail I will post. But for now it I enough to say that he helped immensely and of course every word he spoke was interwoven with God—but that is exactly why I went to him. And I am so glad I did.

If I had to pick one human hero, I think it would be Pastor Jerry. But I have said that for a long time now, so that is hardly a revelation.

Just a renewal.

A very very ironic and interesting PS after our conversation happened when I got back to Beverly’s after meeting with Pastor Jerry, I happened to look at the Caller ID—before when I have stayed here people who know I am here will call but don’t always leave messages, so I sometimes look—and especially right now my cell phone battery is almost dead since the lighter plug in my rental car is broken, so her phone is mostly my mode of communication if I need it. Well, I looked at it and one call had come while I was gone. The call came form the newsroom at the school I used to work at—only my kids 1) don’t know I am here and 2) don’t know Beverly’s number anyway. The best I could figure was it was Allyson calling over here… maybe…. If it is an A day that could be it. Otherwise it was just the most bizarre thing I have ever heard. It was not the SCHOOL number—it was the private classroom line!