Wow. Remind me to ask you all for prayer sooner next time!
It is amazing how, once I let the cat outta the bag regarding my faintness of heart and fear of flying that the aforementioned faintness and fear FLEW!
Gotta love some good alliteration.
Anywho...after "you-know-who" tried to squelch me by messin' with my blog it seemed to push me into a whole new level of feistiness.
Cuz it's one thing to mess with my head...but when you mess with my blog? Well it only made me mad. Then it hit me...
I. Am. Pumped.
In 8 days I am flying to Africa, for crying out loud, and finally going to get my arms around my daughter!
Be still my heart.
And to top THAT off, if that is possible, I get to love on the little ones whose mommies and daddies are anxiously awaiting court dates. Plus showering God's precious orphans who wait to be matched with the love of Jesus. Good grief. I need a hankie.
8 days, y'all. EIGHT DAYS!
THANK YOU for praying and please don't stop. Please pray for a SWEET week for my babies at home with my fearless In-Laws. And pray for the peace to continue to flow through me as I pack like a crazy woman in between soccer, piano, laundry and homeschooling.
Somebody pass me another iced Mocha! Make it a double!