Tom’s allergies are still bad. He’s pretty sure it’s something that’s starting to bloom as a lot of trees have started to bud around here. At least they’re letting him work an hour overtime in the mornings.

Another day of sitting in this room waiting. There’s no reason the check shouldn’t be there tomorrow, from a logical standpoint, but from God’s standpoint, I can almost guarantee that it won’t be. Of all the prayers He’s answered, and there have been quite a few, He just won’t budge when it comes to getting out of places we don’t want to be in. I asked for the apartment upon coming here. The answer was no. I asked for Satish’s house. The answer was no. So obviously we’re right where He wants us and where we’re meant to be. The question is how to escape, and how to do it before another crisis hits. Just how do you defy God, go against Him, and beat Him in the end? And all without being punished for it?