I Come Before Thy Throne of Graaaaace....

And throw myself upon my faaaaace. I know that I am but a woooorm.... so step on me God and watch me squirrrrrm.

I don't feel well. In fact I feel awful. I came back from Oklahoma sick. Sick enough that I have stayed in bed since I got home and JC is waiting on me like a nurse tending to someone in their last moments of life. Apologies to the people sitting next to me on the plane. You're next.

What's weird about it all is that church hymns have been stuck in my head for the last two days. I keep humming and singing them. I'm either 1) delirious; or 2) near death.

Jeeeeeeeesus hold my hand I neeeeed thee every hour. Through this pilgrim laaaand protect me by they power... heeeaaaar my feeble pleaaaaa ohhh Lorrrrd look down on meeeee. When I kneel in prayer I hope to meet you there blessed Jeeeeesus hold my hannnnnnd......

*cough cough sniff*