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I wish I had time to write.
But I don't.
Packing and preparing for my upcoming mission trip to inner-city Detroit.
This is my 5 trip.
My heart aches to leave my family, how I love them.
How my heart aches for the ones in Detroit, how I love them.


I am most excited to see my friend Lisa.
We met 3 years ago at Big A (vacation Bible school)
We text throughout the year.
I can't wait to see her again.
She and I share a love for books.


I paced back and forth at the bookstore last night trying to decide what book to buy her.
She likes "drama" books, I want to buy her Amish books.
She'll read anything,
my heart breaks that her bookshelves are not overflowing,
but how much more do I desire her to have God's love overflowing.


I left with three books and a journal.


So I must run.
I really should pack.
Really,
I should,
I leave tomorrow...
early in the morning;
chances are I'll need to do some laundry.

Phat Momma

I'm almost afraid to post it... 
because...
it makes it more real.


Last week my dear friend,
who is 8 or 9 inches taller than me,
and is an ex-Tommy Hilfiger, Pantene (print/tele), Back Street Boy video model,
recently lost 30 pounds...
and now...
weighs the same as me.
We're the same age.


I currently weigh 2 pounds less than the day I gave birth to Justin.


I've also seen two recent photos of myself that I don't care for.
At all.


So,
I'm doing something about it.


Nuff said,
later,