Where does my help come from?

A song of ascents.

"I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—He who watches over you will not slumber;"

Psalm 121:1-3 (New International Version)

I have a dream... Well, I do! It is to go to the grand state of Washington this summer on the AmTrack. I looked at the schedule and it would take about four days. Four days of glorious time alone: reading, writing, picking more wildflowers:)

I long to see my good friends, the Wiley's there and Marita, of course. Maybe even have a stop-over in Idaho to see my good friend Kerry who also has IH. That would be a dream come true for sure. We've been friends for a couple of years now. She is blind from her IH and has lots of other health problems. She said she has a room all ready for me.

Oh, I forgot, Chrissy, my friend from Australia will meet me there. We will have lots of good fun. I just have to get there, though. Chrissy's husband has offered to pay $100 of my ticket to help make it happen. He is most generous. He knows how we both long to meet each other face-to-face.

"Where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth." If it is His will and His plan for my life to get there, then I have NO doubts it will happen.