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T’was The Night Before Jordan


I’m packed.

Having second thoughts about everything, except the decision to go to Jordan. Did I pack enough? Did I pack too much.

Did I pack the right things?

I’m not even sure the flip flops for the Dead Sea were the right choice.

It’s just night-before jitters. Once I hit the polished floor of the check-in level at the STL airport tomorrow morning, I’ll be good to go.

But tonight, I’m battling nervous energy.

It’s the night before induced labor. Or something like that.

But the basics are covered. My bags are packed. I’ve been to confession. I have money and my passport and extra batteries.

I have every tech gadget I own.

I’m ready.

Come, Holy Spirit … because in some ways, I’m not ready.

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