Ten minutes away from leaving for the airport and I'm jittery from five and a half cups of coffee. I haven't quite been able to place my emotions the last few days--they fall comfortably somewhere between being a nervous wreck and extremely excited. At least this is for certain: I have been blessed with a wonderful support system in my family, friends, and coworkers. I am so thankful for the phone calls and letters, the hugs, and those who were brave enough to stay up all night with me and drive down to the airport. God is most definitely moving; and I can feel something Big is on its way.
Thanks to my roommate, Jamie, the last question on my mind as I leave the States for five months: What if Elvis was my father?
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easy. you'd be the same rock star you are now, jet black hair, and an undeniably beautiful charm.
ReplyDeleteso i think the real question is...ISN'T Elvis your father?? how could it be otherwise?