It is a firm testament to God and the work he has done in me that upon stumbling into my room a few minutes ago and finding a war zone I did not lose my cool and drop down dead.
No, God allowed me to overlook the lacrosse balls scattered across the floor and the clothes flung to and fro. God allowed me the strength to get to the light switch and shut it off so I could just stop thinking about it and finally FINALLY begin sorting through a months worth of emails.
God allowed me to find a song on Itunes that I can sing tomorrow in church without revealing my strained voice and God allowed me the strength to jot this down. Tomorrow I may try to use my limited skill to describe the love/hate relationship I have with Teen Week, but for now, I'm just going to sleep.
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