EARLY a.m. And I just got home. No time to really write.. I went out to Dalts after church—like the old days with the theatre crowd. Actually Terry and I have done Dalts a few times in the old days too.

Barry and Erica were back—the Hillsongs people. Erica is like an old friend now—my coffee shop buddy. She lived in Australia and I lived in Tyler. We encountered each other in Tulsa and met over two years later in NORTH HOLLYWOOD, CA! WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

It was Erica who when I was sobbing through the prayer at the end of the Dreams of God sermon Barry gave who came behind me and held me as I cried. And it did feel like an old friend. I can’t do anything but cry in worship now—ever since I had my epiphany…

That said, I am talking with Darrell AND Terry about it when I get back. We talked about it tonight. I need them both—they will get it-as awful as it is they will see why. And they will do nothing but love me.

I am going to SLEEP now at almost 1 a.m.! Maybe I can SLEEP on my five hour flight---finally I pack early, get lots of sleep the week before I go and then I sit at church til almost 10:30 talking to Erica and then go out to eat afterwards! YIKES! Probably the most spontaneous I have been in months!

And BLAST BLAST BLAST I love this church so much. I can’t leave it but I can’t stay. I can’t wait to get to the mountain with no email and no phones. Me and the mountain—and God. My God my God…

Come let’s go up to the mountain.