5/21/09 The trip to El Paso

At the crack of dawn,  Luke wakes me up.  I went to bed late and I am not amused.  (Well,  the crack of dawn Willow style: 7:45 a.m.  A time that I don't recognize.)  I drag into the shower to wake up.  Then taming the tresses and doing a few exercises.  I'm nice to myself because I'm not a fan of travel.  Unless I'm going to B town to see the littles.  I eat an egg without doctoring it up.  It's not so bad.  Maybe I can do this again just until I lose 20 lbs.  I need coffee.  Strong coffee. 

I am half-way through my travel mug  when Bobby arrives.  He so understands.  He is the best person to be around when you are out of sorts.  He just understands.  In this case,  he understands that I'm not a morning person.  We get to the airport and it's no biggie.  We move along quickly.  Luke does get stopped because of his back brace,  but it's quick.  Everyone is nice.  I like that.

The plane ride is smooth and easy.  Thank you to all who prayed for us--Divine and otherwise.  I always invoke every saint and great being and all my friends and relatives.  Also,  my mom in the heavenly realms.  

We stop at the giant Dallas airport.  We're happy because walking is hard for me and we're docking at very close to where our plane to El Paso will leave from.  But no . . .  God really wants to help with my diet.  Our pilot decides that he wants to dock at another space--far from the place we have to be.  We eat the lunch we brought and get iced coffee.  How can anyone travel without coffee?  More confusion.  If Luke weren't suspicious of airlines,  we would have believed them about which gate we had to be at and been late for our flight.  I think these airlines want to fool you.  So there we are walking toward the new gate.  I'm struggling now.  And guess what.  Just as I'm wondering how I'll take the next step--- one of those moving carts comes by and gives us a ride.  I'm in the flow.  

I hide my cane on the floor and noone sees or annoys me about it.  This is also good.  It's not until we are about to land in El Paso that some officious stewardess notices and moves it to the storage.  Kind of funny.  I still win because I had it for both trips until the last 10 minutes.  

Walking or sort of struggling up the walkway that leads from the plane to the terminal I hear two women behind me talking about healing.  One woman says,  "Every cell of your body will heal."  And I believe this is God Himself telling me not to give up on a miracle healing.  I'm excited.

Finally I get to the spot where I watch the luggage and Luke gets the rental car.  One step at a time got me there.  I put my foot up to rest.  The two women see me.  They want to anoint me and pray over me for a miracle healing.  I say yes to that.  I'm just amazed and feel like God is telling me again not to give up.  

They put oil on me and pray over and with me.  It's great.  Then the Pastor tells me to walk.  I'm not sure how that's going to work because she wants me to walk without my cane.  But somehow I do.  I'm not healed yet.  But she says something that makes sense that sticks with me.  She says you have the seed of healing,  let it grow.  Trust it to grow.  And she says that Divine healing isn't like medical healing.  

We get to our hotel.  Shop at the Sun Harvest as always.  And go on to Nana's.  

Well there's more to tell but people are waiting for me.  Hopefully I'll get back on line tonight without too much trouble.