Wow! Have to really praise you for another fantastic night! Keep them coming, if you will, father.
I sang my songs for Mom. She really seemed pretty receptive. Then Evelyn & I went to the Mall where we talked with Sue. Please give her your peace, Jesus.
Then we ended up at the O.L.P. prayer meeting. I screamed, “Is there a prayer meeting tonight?” in the hall & walked in on all the guys – who laughed. John asked me, or rather, directed me to sit on the sofa next to him. The theme seemed to be unity & peace and John sang his song. Later Jake came in and punched my arm & asked if I had sung the songs yet. No. Then he asked if I wanted him to introduce them. No. Later, I said okay & he did — apparently fit will with the play and something in it. Then I said about the song coming while I was taking out the garbage. (Laugh – they all did) John said I was even weirder than he is. Then I sang. At first only Jake & Evelyn & Paul helped but in a couple of verses everyone joined in. At the end, Al said, “Remind me to take out the garbage this week, Jake,” “That’s a pretty good garbage song.” Need I say more? You, alone, know how much all this meant to me. (especially Jake) and you alone could give it to me. Praise you. Never let me lose you.
(About the chairs on retreat – I said we’d only need them for the old people – Fran & Jake. Jake said he hated my songs.) Praise you father.
Thank you for Jake. Thank you for your gifts. Thank you for Jesus Christ. Thank you for being —————