May 12 (cont’d)
Praise you so much, father! Wow! You gave me another song this morning and, for some reason, I took my guitar to the apartment. Well, with much pleading & a lousy voice, I sang them for Fran, Steve, & Irene. They loved them! Of course they would; you wrote the songs, or at least gave them to me. Wow!
Then Evelyn & I went back to the apartment and again I was asked to sing them. And Jake & Irene walked in. (Just Jake walking in would be enough! Father, I really love your servant Jake. Praise you for Jake) And we actually sang them both for Jake and I watched him; he loved them too. Father, what a gift you have given your humble Kathie who by no means deserves it. Wow! Praise you, father. Imagine, Jake said maybe they’re for the retreat and Paul said something about printing them up! Wow! You’re too beautiful, father.
P.S. I really love your songs and how I love you! (Father, they loved the songs because they saw you in them & not me. I’ll try to always remember that. Help me to. Jake actually praised & thanked you for “my” songs. Praise you and thank you for letting me be your instrument. Praise you!!!)