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I think I fall in love too easily. . . but that's besides the point. I am tired and lonely and Jesus is holding my hand and drawing me close. He comforts me like his little girl after a nightmare, and then tells me to go out and fight like a soldier. . . You know when Wendy was telling stories in Peter Pan, and she's wearing her nightgown and a a helmet and has on a breasplate, holding a sword? That's me. I'm a little girl in a nightgown with some armour and a sword and I'm taking on the world, but occasionally I get scared or overwhelmed, and run back to Jesus' lap for a good cry and hug. . . He is so good. He is always with me. I can feel Him more and more every day. . . We prayed for a man who was high on crack tonight. He was fully demon posessed, and it could have been scary. He was sitting in the dining room, and he told us the story of how he weathered the hurricane in a tree top. It must have been terrifying, the thirty foot waves washed right over him. . . the rain stung like tiny bullets because the wind was so strong. . .a tornado ripped past him. . . it was a tale and a half. . .then we prayed for him. I don't know how much he'll remember in the morning. . .but I do believe God led him here and we planted a seed. God has plans for that man. . . I can't believe I'm going back to India in a month. That's amazing. I am excited, but I'm also already excited about going home from India. I think God is going to change me this year. I'm not sure what that means, but I know God is going to change my vision for my life while I'm in India. . . I'm going to New Orleans with Sarah tommorow. That will be amazing. I wish language wasn't such a limited medium for expressing my soul. I wish I was a better musician. . . I love music. . . I wish I was getting married instead of going to India, but alas, the prospects look dim. . . God, help me to be more patient in such things. I want nothing but You to fill this lonliness right now. Just more of you, Jesus.