I'm exhausted. I'm jet-lagged and extremely emotional. My flight to Philadelphia was cancelled and they had me go from Newark to London. Right now, that's where I am. I'm waiting to board a flight to Manchester. I left Karen a voicemail last night. My biggest fear is that she won't find me and I'll have to go home.
I seriously want to curl up in a ball and cry/sleep for hours. I had to fill out a card telling the UK what I was doing here. Then I had to give the card to a lady in immigration or customs or something. I had no address to give her.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"We're going to different churches to minister."
"What kind of churches?"
"Um... christian churches?"
"So, why? Why are you doing this?"
"Cause God called me to."
"Excuse me?"
"Um... God called me to?"
"So where are you staying?"
"I'm not really sure. I'm meeting someone at the airport and they're gonna put us up."
*sigh* "Do you have an itinerary?"
"NO.... I'm meeting someone and we're going to different churches. I promise I'll go back to the states at the end of the 2 weeks!"
*stamp* "Ok, take this to your gate."
She looked at me like I was nuts.
I feel like I'm praying constantly lately. I get little nuggets of peace every once in a while. In fact, as I'm writing this, I feel my anxiety chipping away slowly. Very slowly. I keep getting choked up and tearful. I called my dad and immediately started crying.
The thing that sucks is that the lady questioning me had me questioning myself. What am I doing here? Am I nuts?
i SOO wish you hadn't gone thru this, BUT i know it was instrumental in the rest of your trip. (of course, I'm writing this after you're back home and not at the time). I probably would've cried with you but you didn't call me and Dad's don't want to appear weak for their baby girls. :)
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