Sunday, September 20th, 1998
				2554 Belle Cote Avenue
				St. Louis, MO  63114

Dear God,

I think I will be spending the entire day at church.  I feel so very blest.
While washing my hair a little while ago, I was singing, "Ain't Got Time to
Die," the solo part.  And it sounded really good.  Thank you, God, for giving
me this gift of a nice singing voice, and the gift to want to pursue with
Gary Sims more voice lessons. 

Friday, as you know, I had an interview over at Monsanto, with Doug Seest.
I feel that Doug was quite impressed with me.  I was very impressed with Doug,
as well as with Ciber staff -- Amy Crane and Annabelle Eyrick.  My next in-
terview is scheduled for tomorrow morning at 10am.  They want me to be over
at Ciber at 9:30 so they can escort me over to Monsanto's campus once again.

Well, it is now, oh, about 7:24am.  I am yawning a little bit.  Just finished
washing my hair, and thought I'd get on to see if I have online my letter to
you about the cracked pot, which I wrote in March or so of 1994.  This was
when I was living in the basement apartment on Hinkson in Columbia, Missouri.
I was kinda sad then, but I also remember feeling very comfortable there.  And
at that time, I still had Melania Bruner as a friend.  Bless you, Melania.
I learned a lot from you!

Well, I am planning to spend most of the day doing church things.  Haven't
studied your Bible like I should have ... especially as I am a participant
in Disciple study with Gary Waters as the teacher.  You bless me with so many
wonderful friendships, God -- Gary, and Lucrecia Culberson, and Vicki Samuels,
and the friends I meet on IRC...   and David Ackerman (!) and Fr. Dominic Lenk.

Guess it's time for breakfast.  I am reading _The_Road_Less_Traveled_and_
Beyond_, by M. Scott Peck, M.D.  He writes like a big brother concerned for
the fortunes of his little brothers.  You have blessed with world with his
presence.  Am also reading a book Mom lent me, _Being_Happy:__A_Handbook_to_
Greater_Confidence_&_Security_, by Andrew Matthews (also illustrated by him).

My fingers are getting ... hungry.  well...   See ya, God!