a deep well--- liv
so as i landed in Newark, NJ my eyes began to fill up with tears.
then my parents were there in the airport to pick me up...once i saw them i started to weep.
we happily chatted all the way home, but once i stepped into my house i started to cry....again.
mom and i stayed up talking until 3am (only midnight Vancouver time)-- praise the Lord, it's what i've been wanting for so long. it was beautiful.
and: Hallelujah! i confessed to her the things that i needed to confess in order to be healed (as Jonathan Evans said, "we confess to God to be saved, we confess to eachother to be healed.")
then we cried together (of course!), prayed together, and then chatted and giggled together as i filled her in on various humorous War college anecdotes.
when i got into my bed that night, i started to cry-- for the 4th or 5th time that day.
i think i may be turning into a real Kirsten Ivany.
did anyone else find their journey "home" (what is my home anyway?) to be quite an emotional trip?
~Olivia
then my parents were there in the airport to pick me up...once i saw them i started to weep.
we happily chatted all the way home, but once i stepped into my house i started to cry....again.
mom and i stayed up talking until 3am (only midnight Vancouver time)-- praise the Lord, it's what i've been wanting for so long. it was beautiful.
and: Hallelujah! i confessed to her the things that i needed to confess in order to be healed (as Jonathan Evans said, "we confess to God to be saved, we confess to eachother to be healed.")
then we cried together (of course!), prayed together, and then chatted and giggled together as i filled her in on various humorous War college anecdotes.
when i got into my bed that night, i started to cry-- for the 4th or 5th time that day.
i think i may be turning into a real Kirsten Ivany.
did anyone else find their journey "home" (what is my home anyway?) to be quite an emotional trip?
~Olivia
posted by Holysession at 1:58 p.m.
3 Comments:
PTL :)
love you olivia
HAAAAA haaa haaa hhhAAA! Turning into a real Kirsten Ivany...that had me laughing out loud. Ask Stephen. Oh...that's good.
Oops. That was me posting. Not Stephen. Give your mom a big hug for me Liv. And thanks for the key to your room. I have a compulsion to clean...any green lights?
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