Everyone else is getting ready. We will leave for Disneyland soon and hopefully I’ll get to see Brandon and Sara and little Madison today at 1:00 p.m. Yesterday, after working in a soup kitchen, and a rummage shop, we went to the 3rd street promenade down on Santa Monica Blvd. It was so crazy. The richest people. The poorest people. Complete chaos. We performed Masks, but the CD player messed up, so it was a disaster. Oh well.
Mary is sitting in front of me right now, eating Honey Nut Cheerios. Throughout each day we find the smallest ways to touch each other and show our affection. I can’t believe I’m going to leave her soon. It hasn’t truly hit me yet.
Man, life is crazy. I’m in L.A., surrounded by 13 million people who don’t know me. I’ve got four days left here. I’m sure I’ll spend time here again, that much is clear to me. But the true question on my mind is…will my beautiful Mary be with me?
I’m in L.A. I don’t really like this town. It seems so odd. We went to Beverly Hills, we went to Hollywood. I saw all the handprints at that Chinese Theater, but none of it made any sense to me. It seemed like idol worship. I hear there are other smaller towns where film production happens like Wilmington, NC, Austin, TX, or Tulsa, OK. Perhaps I should look into them.
I’ve been here a day and already it seems very clear that I’m not supposed to move here. We are now leaving to feed the homeless, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many in one place.
This day brought some good news. Dayton, the conference youth pastor for the PH church called me and asked me to teach/direct 12 chosen teenagers from Virginia and North Carolina some drama to use for street ministry in downtown Richmond, Virginia, and…wait for it…Los Angeles!
Can you believe that?
The dates couldn’t come at a more perfect time. I will spend three weeks with them from June until July 12th! Thank you so much God!
I’m going to California!
Woot! And I’m also about to go see Episode I of Star Wars at a 12:20 a.m. showing. I’m going with Tom, another film student.
I think the whole Lees-McRae gang is in Guatemala now. Paul and Rachel are on their honeymoon. I’m the only one who has really left as of yet. I don’t know what God has in store for me, but I’ll just take it one day at a time.
1999 is going so fast.
A century is coming to a close.
I’m nearly 23-years-old.
Thank you God for letting me breathe and live. Thank you for the simple joy of experiencing your love.