I have been looking forward to this trip for a number of years now. My destination was "The Wall" and various other memorial sites and places of interest. Instead I hit the wall of emotional disappointment, visited the memory lane of personal disbelief ("This couldn't be happening to me!"), and I revisited the work place of disassembled mountains of uninteresting loans. And, all of this happening the same week that I have to try and distance myself from the IRS again for another year, by paying disproportional amounts of money due them, compared to disconnected services they've rendered to me.   

I suppose that all of this is just a reminder to me that the really important thing here in life is to make very heavy deposits, pre-paid, into that Heavenly Depository for Eternal Savings where moths and rust, and the IRS, can't touch it or diminish it's value or dislodge the growing interest paid by God Himself. These types of deposits can never be lost with fluctuations in the stock market or stolen along with embezzled funds by bad company employees. You never have to worry about whether the account is Federally Insured or not. It's Heavenly insured, backed by indescribable assets, with unspeakable value.   

Still, with all of these promises, I am human and I feel the sting of disappointment regularly when things don't turn out the way I plan them or the way I want them to happen. This includes my trip to DC. I guess I'll just have to move on, move through, and reschedule for another time. Dreams fulfilled are desires doused in plans with disciplined details done, and sometimes - Deferred.   

 

Follow Up: 
About my missed trip to Washington DC:  My adopted daughter Charlotte, whom I was supposed to stay at her penthouse, called me, and told me that she knew why God did not want me there during that time. It appears that one evening while I should have been there, and her and her husband were out of the country, the wall fish tank motor shorted out and started a major fire. It smoldered inside the walls for about 3 hours before it hit the kitchen and burst into flames. It appears that had I been there at the time, I would have been alone and probably in bed asleep since it happened around 3am in the morning. I could have died from smoke inhalation or worse, burned to death. Even if I would have lived, I would have had no where to stay and would not have known anyone around there to stay with to finish out the trip.  My Gracious Heavenly Father knows best after all! Amazing huh?  I guess it was better to have been on my knees at the Porcelain god in Fremont than to have been a "Crispy Critter" back in the Clintonian Ciaos with no where to stay! When God is not ready for us to come Home yet, he watches over us and directs our ways here!  I was sick, but safe and alive!  I guess my work here on earth is not done yet!