Another long, hot day at least until tonight. It finally started to rain and the air is actually chilly. Maybe by tomorrow morning the houses will cool down.

Today was my last day of tutoring at Vaux. The kids go till the end of June, but we begin our summer program at beginning of June. Besides, as school draws to an end, and the weather warms up, attendance drops. Which means that the kids you tutor probably won't be there.

The Lord gave me many good opportunities to witness. Schaeffer and Walker enjoyed playing Probe and said, "This is our last time!" disappointedly.

After a whole year, Walker still isn't solid on his sounds though. They were both motivated, faithful kids. James Williams, James Clarke, Nathaniel Turner, and Michael Stokes weren't at school, so I put on my walking shoes and went to see them to give them their workbooks and camp forms and a copy of Good News.

James C. hadn't been to school in a long time because he was involved in a snarl against 21 C and guys were looking for him, and his arm was broken, so he couldn't fight. What you do with a kid with problems like this? The school can't provide him with a bodyguard at his door every morning. He had been doing well in attendance for a while too and not running the halls.

Nathaniel will be getting a job in a camp this summer much to his grandmother's relief.

"At least I can know where my baby's at 24 hours a day I don't have to worry about him out here on these streets.

Talked to Nathaniel briefly his whole attitude of toughness and stubbornness wasn't there today.

Talked to James William's mother, and she was really interested in the camp and Bible studies there! So, maybe they'll get to go to camp this summer.

Had my regular clubs today and tonight instead of going with everyone else to 23rd and Diamond for VBS. When I got to 20th Street, Ronnie was busy sweeping and mopping quite cheerfully. He and Frostie weren't in school today the school was having an all day thing at the park, and they weren't required to attend. So we spent some time playing with and talking about his kitten. I’m glad Ronnie enjoys him.

Had a good club at Reddy's today except for Althea, who will start crying over the slightest reason and cry, and cry, cry, and cry, and cry! We've been learning about forgiveness. Francis Jordan asked how you could ask God into heart to take away your sins. She realized what she needed to do, so that was a praise.

Barb told me, we had 100 kids at 23rd and Diamond last night!

Jackie came to my Bible class at 20th Street tonight. Wants to do the Mark lesson papers. While I was teaching, I heard someone bounding up the stairs, and then felt a pair of sweaty arms around my rib cage Ronnie. He stayed there briefly, then left. Afterwards I sat out on the step with Frostie for a little while. That's where it's coolest. He was wanting Barb to come home.
My heart was burdened because of the temptations these kids face on the street and with their friends. Lord, just teach them to be in the world, but not of it.

The thought struck me tonight that my being so worried about Ronnie and what might happen to him was a reflection of my own relationship with the Lord. I was never able to trust God to keep me; I was thirteen or fourteen when I became a Christian. And I never felt sure God had really saved me until way up in college sometime. I finally learned to put it in God’s hands and leave it there. So why can’t I trust Him to keep Ronnie, someone I care about? Maybe God’s still teaching me through this.

Caroline Logan visited Barb today, called Delores, and called me so I decided to run up and see her. As I was walking to her house, which is just down the street, Ronnie came up behind me and put his arm on my shoulder.

"Hi, Wop!"

"Oh, man, you're getting as bad as Greg," I said.

"Where you goin', Miss Spaghetti?" he asked.

"To see Caroline."

He encircled me in a vigorous grip, laid his head on my shoulder and said, "I love you, Jeanne," contentedly.

"I love you too," I answered.

He swung me out toward the street. "Here comes a car, can I push you in front of it?" he said playfully.

I balked. “No!”

"Why not?”

"Because I don't dig pain," I said dryly.

"But I love you," he insisted. "If I can't have you, nobody can!" he said dramatically.

I unwrapped his arms. "What kind of love you talking about, little brother?" I said and poked his cheek.

"That is the kind of love I'm talking about, you fool,” he retorted and headed down the street.

That kid. I rang Caroline's doorbell.

Caroline is close to my age, a little younger. She was a Christian and was close to the staff, especially two summers ago. I think she was on staff at that time. She was going to Art school, but had to quit about a year ago because of a breakdown. She fell for for one of her professors, a white guy. Whatever happened, he didn't show any feelings for her. Then after that, she got engaged to a man, and found out he was already married. All in all, enough to give anyone a nervous breakdown!

She had a slow recovery but I guess she's never completely been the same as before the breakdown and went back to school this February. And she ended up right back in the hospital. We hadn't heard from her or seen her since she started back to school, until today when she called.

She acted really glad to see me, and talked quite freely she initiated a lot of the conversation! The college is going to consider whether to admit her again in the fall.

"I know they'll kick me out when I tell them I didn't go to classes because I didn't like to be late I get fainting spells when I'm late."

Did I ever tell you she painted my portrait and gave it to me? She did it as part of her portfolio, which she had to submit to the college in order to be readmitted. They told her it was one of her best pieces. Her work is going to be hung in an exhibition at the Philadelphia Museum of Art this month she's very thrilled about that.

When I left it was 10:20. 1 was so exhausted I just flopped down on the car seat. Greg took me home. He slammed the brakes suddenly at a stop and I slid into the dashboard. He likes to do that to people.

"Greg, stop!" I griped.

"Well, it wouldn't have happened if you were sitting right. That's the way girls sit on a date, but I'm just taking you home."

I straightened up, embarrassed. "Well, if I was sitting immodestly, excuse me, I wasn't trying to.”

"Huh!" he exclaimed bluntly. "If you wasn't trying to, you wouldn't of sit that way!"

“What’s wrong with me sitting like I was going out on a date?” I thought. I should have said, “Well how should I know? I’ve never been on one. Just once I’d like the chance to find out!”

The ones in high school were virtually non-existent. And the few times at BJU were always on campus and chaperoned!

I decided to keep my mouth shut.

After I got back, I talked to Ruth till 12:30 about Drama campers choice. She has lots of good ideas and good goals.

I'm beat.

Oh, yes. Ronnie made a really nice coffee table and stool in shop. And he's going to give John Brother's phone number.