These days I occasionally catch a glimpse of my datebook sneaking out of somewhere or another. My heart starts to pound and then I remember that I don't need to live out of that nasty thing anymore.
Neither O. nor I are schedually people. However, our times in the US revolve around appointments in our datebooks and although each and every one one is important and generally enjoyable, it is binding.
It's so nice to be home again and not have to live from appointment to speaking engagement.
The thing is, I'd much rather be DOING the ministry than TALKING about it.
It's good to be home.