Jumping into the deep end

Don't know if anyone will read this. I really don't journal, but I love the computer so perhaps I'll be more faithful to this. I'm very frustrated today. Let my checkbook get out of hand. Again. Just because I hate putting my stuff in. I think my pastor would call this an iniquity. Still obsessing about finding a job in Tulsa, getting the house ready to sell, etc., etc., etc. Wow, what a whiner! I'll have to explain my title. On "Inside the Actor's Studio," a show I just love about the craft of acting, the interviewer closes with the question, "If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive?" Now, I've thought through my answers carefully, as if I'll ever be on that show, and have decided that what I'd like to hear God say is,"You crack me up!" Not very mature or spiritual, huh? What can I say? I tend to be a very serious person, but there's nothing I like more than making people laugh and laughing so hard myself that I cry, wet my pants, snort, and go into that silent wheezy laughter that is so much fun to watch on someone else. I'm so blessed that I get to go to family church camp every summer, stay up horribly late every night, and laugh just like that. It's so cleansing! Now, just thinking about that has lifted my spirits considerably. Camp is mid-July (IN TEXAS!) and I'm just trusting the Lord for the provision of finances for it. Again with the finances. EEK! If I talk about it again I'll lose the lift. Hasta la vista, Baby!