My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. You are fairer than the sons of men. Grace is poured upon Your lips. Therefore God has blessed you forever. Gird Your sword upon Your thigh, O Mighty One, with glory and Your majesty. In Your majesty ride prosperously because of truth, humility and righteousness; And Your right hand shall teach awesome things.
Parents are away, so I'm doing whatever normal teenager does when she has the house to herself. Clean. Oh yes. I got loads of laundry done, changed my sheets, vaccumed, bought flowers to "freshen" up the house, dusted and pulled a full-on hermit kinda thing before saying my prayers and turning in for the night. And you know what? I enjoyed it. And I'm pooped! Who needs partying...?
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