Home and loving it

Good Morning friends in Blogland. I stepped off the plane from Denver to Springfield, Mo on Tuesday, and blessed the Lord for Wonderful, lovely 100% humidity. Ahhhh home. Amazing how we get used to a certain climate. In Denver I felt like my face was going to crack off. My throat was constantly dry and I just wanted to splash water all over me all the time. However, I loved downtown. Monday night a couple of friends and I walked from the convention center to Ruth Chris steakhouse and being a country girl (with city girl longings), I loved it!! the walk, the company, the big honking buildings that stretched so high I about broke my neck trying to see the top. On the way back I saw my first homeless person. I won't soon forget the look in his eyes as we made contact. I couldn't look away. I couldn't smile, I knew better than to slip him a fiver. Then further down, we passed a bar with outside tables and this young girl was resting her chin on her arm along the back of her chair and staring sadly. Alone, buzzing a little, but not drunk, she was just unhappy. I wanted to go to her. To tell her about Jesus. But I didn't. Why didn't I? Missed opportunities. Jesus knows her. I'm praying. Her face is imprinted on my heart. BOOK SIGNING... I was with Wanda Brunstetter, DiAnn Mills, and new author Mary Tyndall (no relation to the publisher :) ). The lines went on for two and a half hours. But that's the way it is at CBA. Everyone gets to feel like a super star. So I had a shining moment to salve my ego after my last booksigning of a whopping four people. Okay, I'm SOOO procrastinating. I'm going to work.