Bball tournament. (Jan 31st)

I am so excited! we are going to the state basketball tournament, and leaving in just a few minutes! I thought I would type up a little report before I left. I might also tack on a poem at the end.

My mother, Macy, Me, and Macy's Mom (say that five times fast) will be riding to the tournament in just a few minutes. (now that I think about it, I am not so sure that Macy's Mom will be coming with us... it might just be mace.) we will be staying in a hotel, and my mother and I will share a hotel room with Ayrea and her mom. (awkward. four people, two beds. and one air mattress.) we will have at least three games, up to five, and I don't know when they are. but I am still really excited! there is an indoor pool at the hotel(whoop!) and it's going to be so much fun. I haven't been on a long trip with my mom in waaay to long. we used to always travel and visit my cousins in Kansas, but then they had to go and move to Taiwan. losers. (jk, I love my cousins.)

so yeah. I am hyped.
that's all for now! oh., and a poem. here ya go.

Nighttime Apology.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

And if in the Morrow I do not awake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

But if in the morning I stand tall

I pray thee Lord don't let me fall!

And when in the morning I feel weak,

Help me remember, you're with the meek.

When I am helpless, far from strong,

I know with you my path's never wrong.

My Strength and Shield, my holy One

Keep me safe till the day is done.

My Rock and Tower, my gentle Lord,

Help me skillfully wield your sword.

Jehovah Jirah, my great Provider,

Gender age and color are no divider.

You love us all, your daughters and sons

From morning till the day is done.

In your arms I now am saved

I needn't act how I behaved!

Before I met you, it was an act

now, with my Father I have a pact.

You'll never leave or forsake me,

I know, you hung on that tree,

just to sign the dotted line

to make sure I will always be fine

You sacrificed, and shed your blood,

your grace sweeps over my like a flood

You are my Saviour, my loving master,

I needn't run away, faster and faster!

I get my strength from you alone

from where you sit, upon your throne

I praise you Lord for you are great!

From your daughter, sinner of late.