Uh huh... we're going there ladies!
I have felt convicted over the last few weeks about my bedroom, my safe place, my adult space. Somehow it always gets my attention LAST. It's the catch-all. It's out of sight, out of mind. I take everything there: the laundry, the miscellaneous papers...
One morning I woke up and realized that this place - where I'm supposed to feel safe and wake up feeling rejuvenated - was stressing me out.
I have to share my bedroom with my office/business. I design jewelry, and also sell Scentsy and run a lot of the church administrative roles. A lot of times this alone makes my bedroom look like a bomb went off. To continue Reading.........CLICK HERE