My parents will be at the airport in a few hours and start the journey home. Yay! After a layover at Newark Airport they will arrive in Houston around 10:30 Tuesday night. My dad will be very happy to be back in Texas. He doesn’t like to be gone from his roots very long. He actually called me today because “My Papa Was a Rolling Stone” was being played in the streets during the festival. That’s one of our songs. I’m not sure why, other than that he used to sing it a lot when I was growing up. And also “You Can’t Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd.” He always has a strange song in his head. I don’t really have a good grasp of what has been going on for the last two days, so we’ll have to wait and hear it from Bethie. It’s a good thing I’ll be with her in person next week because I have to wade through tons of questions about Jackson before I ever extract one story from her! These things take time!
Thank you, thank you, thank you for praying. May God bless you and your precious families for interceding for my parents and the film crew. And for all of you who woke up to pray in the middle of the night, I really wish I could take you to Starbucks and get you a good caffeinated drink.
