Wow.

Yesterday, John called to say he had driven out of town, spent the night in his truck and read the entire Bible, so he had verses he wanted me to read. The major one: "Women should not leave their husbands." The next verse says, "IF she does, she should either reconcile or not re-marry."

It was great to actually have John open the Bible and look at it with me, something I've always wanted.

But this morning, I'm thinking, "The Great Chameleon has struck again." He wants me to move back in as soon as possible.

This morning, I was feeling crazy . . . no peace. Feeling like I want some "authority" to tell me what to do, like, Dr. Neaves.

On the way to work, I was thinking, "These people, who love me and I trust and respect, are telling me to stay away: Dana, Dale, Carla. Even my mom last night told me to be cautious. Why am I thinking of disregarding this wise counsel?"

UGGGH.