Oh de lolly!

The grandparents came, I attempted to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days, I got to 31,730 something, we had a late Thanksgiving, we got our tree in the FIRST week of December, WITH the grandparents, we decorated it, we slept under it, we've raked and blown leaves, I want snow, I'm not so bratty and angry about my school now, I feel ever so much better. Praise God. That wasn't all in quite the right order, but I'm quite happy. I'm behind in Biology, in History, in Math, in wishing a dear friend a traditional happy birthday (traditional meaning...a special tradition we have), in finishing my novel, in...speaking out? But I am happy. Very, actually. Not because I'm perfect. NOT because I can do all this on my own. But because He is giving me help, I know He's there to help me, not to harm me. My teacher doesn't hate me and understands. He loves me and just showed me how silly I was being, and then gave me peace. Praise God! :D

God bless each and every one of you!
~me