I wrote this on the plane last night:
As I write this, I can feel the plane descending.
22 years ago, it was my dream to go to New York city.
I had been invited to audition for the Juilliard School for acting.
The dream dashed.
What happens to a dream deferred?
For a while it seemed like mine had dried up like that raisin in the sun.
Now I realize that all along it was in the hands of the Son.
The One Who knit me together in my mother's womb.
The One Who knew what would and would not be for my good.
He Who knew me intimately.
Who died for me and for you while we were yet His enemies!
Imagine! Would you die for your enemies?
The plane's captain just came over the speaker to tell us that we'll be landing at LaGuardia in 15 minutes!!!!!!!!
Will it be all I've dreamed it to be, this city that never sleeps?
You know my biggest dreams for it today....22 years later?
I hope to meet someone who wants to hear about Jesus...one who will listen so attentively that both their life and ours, mine and Lisa's, will be forever changed.
I hope to meet Vanessa Redgrave and get to share with her the story of how her precious sister spent 20 minutes alone with me after her performance of "Shakespeare For My Father" at the Alley Theatre so many years ago...and how her words gave me the courage to keep pressing on...both in my acting and toward forgiveness.
I hope the doctor in Albany will be the servant whom the Most High has reserved to help my friend Lisa and I become well again.
I have no doubt anymore that there truly is a vascular connection with MS.
At this moment, the pressure on my head is excruciating, as the plane descends. And it was hard to walk today after our first leg...when we landed in Baltimore, it was not good.
I gotta go now....or air traffic control won't like me much.
Have you ordered your book for our upcoming study yet? It will be starting very soon!
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Love to you today,