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My room is not clean, and always looks weird in pictures... so you don't get a picture today.
My room, is full of memories. I'm sure that's what everyone thinks or says about their room, but truly, it is.
I have my painting from high school.
My desk that is a hand-me-down.
My dresser from grade school (that I didn't use between then and now).
My picture board that I've had forever.
My picture of Leydi.
My written-on-gift-bags from Ellie.
There's more, uninteresting things. I look around not only my room but my apartment and see things of my own actual possession, things given to me or passed down, things I bought at a garage sale. I look at some of my hand-me-downs and remember old memories of home or my grandparents.
I see things of mine that I've had since grade school and wonder how they've managed to last. I look at them and see all the things that they've been a part of in my life. These mere objects survive moves, rearranging, being knocked over... just like me. I survive all these things with the help of God.
"He alone is my rock and salvation, my fortress where I will not be shaken." - Psalm 62:6