It's 4:36AM and I've been up for 36 minutes already. Actually, I also woke somewhere in the 2 o'clock hour, but managed to fall back asleep. No, such luck this time. So I'm awake and praying. Well, not right this second, but pretty much since I've been up asking my Jesus to calm my fears and protect me from this dreaded plane ride in approx 3 hours and 54 minutes. That's just an approximation of when I leave, you know. I mean.... who's counting right? He tells us to ask and He'll do the rest. (I'm paraphrasing y'all.) So that's what I've done and my heart is a little more quiet now. Heck, I may not have to take my drugs afterall! Oh yes, I did call the doctor and he called me in 4 little happy pills :o) I know you thought I was kidding.... I wasn't.
On second thought... happy pills never hurt anyone. Can I get an Amen?!
Pray for me people. Pray hard! I may have to stop on the way into the plane and lay hands on the pilot. You think I jest.... I've already gone over the scenario in my head and how that might be perceived. So, I may just shake his hand and say a quick, silent prayer while we're in contact with each other. Yeah, that should work.
I'll talk to you bloggy friends Sunday when I return. Enjoy your weekend and know I've covered each and every one of you in prayer this morning :o)
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