the buses are leaving.
it's that feeling like you just missed the field trip. i'm looking out my hotel window, and there go the buses: one to the dodgers vs. diamondbacks baseball game, the other to "the block": an anaheim place to go shopping.
i didn't go.
they're turning the corner now and i'm in my hotel room. alone.
it's been a long day of music and marketing, mexican food and hawaiian shirts.
there have been a few nice surprises, like getting to hear nichole sing this morning and meeting her mom. and making small talk with the new guy.
but there have been some eye-rolling, please-God-help-me-with-my-cynicism moments as well.
and now. well, the buses are gone. i hid out in my room, hoping not to get caught; hoping to write.
so. after a long day of worship cd after another being pitched like a new kind of gospel, i am alone in my room contemplating worship for my first relevant article. God, give me perspective. this is hard sometimes, even in california. my view from the window is parking lot then target then the crystal cathedral. and way behind, clouded by smog or fog or whatever it is tonight, foothills.
i look to the mountains, from whence cometh my help.
