Holding My Breath

It's funny or weird or something. I'm on the plane to Florida and I'm squished in my seat listening to my ipod with my eyes closed. I keep finding myself out of breath. This is weird because I'm just sitting here. So I started to pay attention. I'm holding my breath. And no I'm not affraid of flying. I don't know what it is but my body is obviously reacting as we grow closer to Haiti. I feel like I'm about to see my bride on our wedding day as she walks down the isle. No honey, you are still far more to me. But it's amazing to find myself holding my breath. God shurly is going to do some things in Haiti that will only be labled as a mirracle. WOW! Am I really here?


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