This morning I woke up, threw my teal, paisley comforter on the floor a jumped out of bed. Stumbling over the mound off excessive accent pillows that usually decorate my bed, I made my way to the over-stuffed closet full of clothes that I never wear and when I say “over-stuffed”, I mean I can’t pull one hanger out without pulling out 10 others. It’s that packed. After sifting through my unnecessary amount of sweaters and jeans, I find something to suitable to wear to church. I get dressed, make the bed, hop in my 2002 VW Bug that I’ve had since I was 16 and drive to church where we sang and praised the Lord for being so amazing and good to us. It’s so easy.