I have the need to tell this story.

I have this need to tell the world about these nasty bugs that leave me with the heebie jeebies every time I see one. These are out to get me. I know it. I hate them. I find them all the time, but only when Dustin is gone. They come in my room, they are always hiding behind the trash can right by the toilet. They are always in the shower when I open the curtain at 6:30 in the morning. And of the last couple of days they have found their way onto my face while I sleep at night, and on my pillow when I wake up. And of most recent, they have found a way to jump up my pants...JUMP UP MY PANTS... also at 7 in the morning. This last experience about did me in. I woke Dustin up to shake out my pants (which I had taken faster than I thought was possible after feeling something on my leg) anyways I think I was slightly hoping for a better ending then something falling out of my pants when Dustin shook them out, but none the less, one of these giant mothers fell out of them, and I proceeded to burst into tears and ball over my latest experience. Note to self. NEVER live in a basement apartment again. I also wear my sweat pants tucked into my socks now...thanks for that tip Sara.

God is good

God is good. There is no question. At least there shouldn't be any question about that, although when I read the old testament I question this due to my lack of understanding. But I have just recently had my eyes opened a little bit more to the truth of this last statement. Refreshing. Anyways my point, for the first time last night I walked into my house while nobody was there and didn't check all of the places that someone could be hiding. Baby steps. Is it not true that fear = lack of trust. I have believed the lies of Satan by living in fear which therefore means I have lacked trust in God. By breaking down some of that fear, I have felt like that trust is being restored little by little. Not to say the fear is completely gone, but something feels a little bit different. God is good.

Talent

da da dang... this kid can belt it out. Sixth-Grade performance of Lady Gaga's 'Paparazzi'