Who KNOW what time it is inside me. But it is around 6 p.m back here in New Jersey. We left home yesterday at 5:15 for the airport and flew over-night directly to Newark — got our rental car and got lost! But, we discovered we were lost right near the Short Hills Mall. So we just nipped in for me to get sandals and a cell phone charger — and Kit to get khaki pants.
I will not go into how stressful it is to be a Navigator without a map. I will just thank You for Your help! You provided a gas station with an attendant who didn’t know, but, who asked a lady at the next pump who knew EXACTLY how to get to Princeton. Then, less we miss Your Hand, the attendant pointed heavenward and said, “God provided!”
So, now here I am in our dorm room — well, actually MY dorm room as Kit’s room is adjoining with a common bathroom — staring out the window — waiting for dinner at 6:30 and wondering if I can stay awake. ZZZZZZZ. How I am looking forward to a good night’s sleep.
I’m afraid, God, that it wouldn’t take much in the way of sleep deprivation to have me spilling secrets. I mean, I would do my BEST — but, sleep deprivation is such an effective torture! And then the whole question of torture brings up Rodney King’s plaintive plea of WHY CAN’T WE JUST GET ALONG?
But, then I think back to my yelling at Kit:left, LEFT, LEFT!!!!!!! etc. So, I suppose You are helping us to do as well as we are. A daunting thought! Now, God, I think a shower will help me get through dinner — and to dinner!