i hate packing (and sundays)

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tomorrow we leave for the west virginia trip - we're being 'commissioned' in both services and leaving right after the second one - i can't stomach the phoniness of it all so i'm debating just showing up with the our kids right before we're supposed to leave. poor liam has had to beg me not to bail on this trip about 100 times in the past 3 weeks. i'm going for him, not the church. oh, and because the place we're getting to work with is filled with incredible, genuine people, and they need some big time encouragement.

i'm fine as long as i don't have to do 'fake' - fake just kills me.

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have a good week, and if you're the praying sort (which i know most of you are because i still have my hair left!) please pray that this week suprises me in good ways - chance meetings with god, places to use my gifts and plain and simple just being out of town. love you all!