Practice makes tired.

Dear Fleur.
I went to Church this morning. The one thing that stuck out to me:
"Why die for someone who's already dead?"
We actually serve a risen Lord. And that is incredible.

I was in my room sleeping a few minutes ago. I think I had a good dream. But I can't remember it.
I was laying next to Noel after having practiced for a few hours. I still can't strum very well. My mind is hard wired for writing and reading. Not for playing ukuleles and reading music. But I can learn. The one thing I've discovered this past year, I can learn anything I want to. So I am going to learn ukulele.

Kirsten comes to see me in less than 14 days now. I already made a list of everything we're going to do. I seriously cannot contain my joy of the thought of it. I feel like my face is glowing.
She's going to teach me to cable knit.

Camp is in almost two weeks. I was thinking today about how I will wear my hair. I probably won't care about it. But I don't really want to run out of bobby pins. I need to go to the dollar tree. Mandy says she is going to live in her black tights. That's kind of a bummer, because we only have one good pair and I can't buy another because of Clothesless. I will either go with cold legs or find myself a pair of sweatpants in my bedroom I guess.
I can't wait for kitchen duty.

I'm going to go practice more with Noel.
Love, Bell.