Last night I was listening to one of my praise and worship tapes. A song was playing that we used to sing at Abundant Life Christian Center. My memory began to stir. I tried to call Cheryl, but no one answered. So, I called Jenna. Jenna and I had the greatest conversation. She is doing okay. She read some old letters that I wrote to her back to me. We talked about how we used to like each other. I read some things in my journal to her. I read June 30, 1994 to her. I almost cried. She is so far away. I miss her so.
I bought a new make-up kit today and I will lead FCA tonight.
It’s raining now.
A big storm is here.