Kauai, Day 6 (July 20, 2005)

I am so grateful for those who have held me up in prayer and those who have been my spiritual mentors. Besides my parents, Joe Barnett, Marita Jackson, are among those who have discipled me. They have both heard me cry from the depths of despair. They have nursed my wounds and listened patiently to my hopes and dreams, my regrets and my disappointments. Lately, I have enjoyed sharing with them about what God is doing in my life.

Marita called me this morning to see how everything was going. It was great to hear from her. I left a message with Joe and he called me back.

My friend N is hurting. Her husband suffered a stroke and has been acting eradictally. He filed for divorce. She is confused and deeply troubled. Who wouldn't be? She has resigned her position with the school district. Her children and grandbaby live in Houston. I have connected with her 3 times so far since I've been here.

There is a young man who showed up at the Kauai church about the time we arrived. His name is Christian. He is staying at the homeless shelter and has attended every single activity. His knowledge of the scriptures is remarkable.