I seem to have misplaced my bedroom amongst all my junk:
[excuse the bra please]
Please send reinforcements!
But you bet-your-boots, my bed was still made:
Yes, my life exploded last week (4 tests, 8 assignments, 1 quiz), and I'm still sifting through the aftermath. I mean, I'm usually a neat freak, but for some reason, I could not handle it last week and my usually orderly piles of junk have exploded in chaos. So I'm off to tame the beast! Wish me luck! =)
I want to add to the beauty, to tell a better story. I want to shine with the Light that's burning up inside. This is grace, an invitation to beautiful.