One Week.

I can feel my nerves bubble beneath the surface sometimes.


I usually suppress those feeling and replace them with to-do lists.


This weekend we will be at my home-church for a revival assembly.


I am speaking Sat, morning. As in 4 days before we leave to meet C.


My notes look something like this:

        I. Introduction
        
        II.


        III.
   
        IV.


        V. Conclusion




I am totally gonna pull the "Waiting momma about to fly halfway around the world to meet my 3 year old daughter for the first time after two years in the process" card as my excuse.


I am also going to do my usual "Pray that the Spirit of God falls on the place and everyone is weeping at the alter 5 minutes before I am supposed to speak"


Nothing like the spirit of God coming down to trump anything I might have said anyways.


No, really, God. You go right ahead. 5 minutes before, capish?


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In other news.


We are leaving on a jet plane in exactly  7 days, 13 hours.


181 Hours.


10,860 Minutes.


651,600 Seconds.






Not that I am counting or anything.....