Dear Diary,
I can't cry anymore, at least not until Saturday night. I've spent several days now with very little sleep. I'm going to bed early. I would dream about heaven, but I've been seeing enough glimpses of heaven these last days through the windows of these hundreds of hearts that pour out their adoration, confession, thanksgiving, and supplications. Surely, Lord this is what it will be like. No individual hassles, only full unity in corporate joy and praise. Thank you Lord for showing me your glory. Now if I could just get a glimpse at that eon-at-a-glance calendar...
Note to self: Don't forget to tell my extended cyber-family that Light 99 has almost cleared all of the legal hurdles so that there can be some kind of recording of the Wichita Memorial. Wouldn't that be great to give away all that money from their proceeds to Compassion?!
Good night.