In the dialect of Granite, and an arborist’s accent, with a intonation of falling water, I hear that I am loved. That isn’t the only thing he said this weekend, but the rest is just for me.
Five guys drive to yosemite (yosa-might), with a truck load of stuff and no resevrvations prove God’s favor and love by us staying at the ledgendary camp 4. Hot dogs and chili to start the festivities off right.
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Sitting in the Sacramento Airport. Tired. I was up way to late last night. I got home about 12 after talking with Kelly and Sonja about theology. I like where I saw each of them. But I didn’t get to bed until 1 and got up at 5:30. Ew…
SO today I am going to go down to Santa Ana and look at a car. It is a nice car, and I hope it is the one that God wants me to have. But that will wait until I get there.
Right now the plane is deboarding and I am in section A. So I need to go.