Why is it, when I have such a great life: an indescribable relationship with the Lord, a wonderful family, fantastic friends, a house that fits our needs, enough food, the amazing blessing of being homeschooled, a loving church, that I can still complain? Why do I still fight with my sisters because they won't let me on the Xbox, or they're plunking on my piano? Why is it that even though I am so thankful to be homeschooled, I still whine and sulk over having to balance chemistry equations? I mean, that is probably one of the most childish things I could do. Homeschooling is the oportunity of a lifetime for me, and I'm thanking my parents by complaining about science. Being homeschooling is one of the greatest things that have happened to me, it's making me smarter each day, shouldn't I be thankful that I have to do chemistry? My sisters and I have the greatest times with each other, talking and laughing about who knows what, and singing to the top of our lungs, and I show my appreciation by arguing when they won't move on the couch? Oh boy, God and I have some work to do.

God Bless You,

 Taylor