the gist

I'm not normal. I think you'll begin to see that when you start reading.
Normal girls my age are caught up in their new boyfriend or pair of frye boots. But me? I'm caught up in the grace that saved me from eternal destruction and the Man who gave me that grace. To put it simply, I'm crazy about my God.
And that's not normal.

Behind every action, lies motivation. So what's my motivation?
I want to provide everyone with access to see that God loves them. I want people to know the thoughts and conflicts that cloud my naive mind...


...and I like to blog.

As you read these letters, Candice is you. I am writing these letters to you- whoever you may be.

So when you see her name, say your name.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

monday, july 26 2010

{i will never forget}
Dear candice,


So it's been 5 1/2 weeks. Guess what! I'm still wearing the finger nail polish that you and the other little girls put on my fingers. I REFUSE to take it off (although it has pretty much allready come off of most of my fingernails). I'm also still wearing the bracelet that I made on the first day at the projects. Funny story. My mom tried to get me to take it off but I simply replied ,"mom I can't take it off" "well sara if you can't take it off we could cut it off." "no mom you don't understand I CANT take it off.

Over the summe I have started going on walks in my neighborhood. There's this one part of the main road hat crosses a creek. So (obviously) there's a bridge. In the middle of my walks I will sometimes stop and just look at how beautiful it is. It is honestly one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. This is where I really like to talk to God. We have nice little conversations. The other say when I was looking out on he bridge, I was litsening to mi iPod. The song "i'm not who I was" by brandon Heath came on. I thought of you imeadiatly. So what do I do? I burst into tears. So all the old people vacationing from minisoda and Indiana who have to cross the bridge for their super fun vacation to the carnton mansion are staring at a 14 year old girl standing at a bridge crying. I kinda feel bad for them.

So all that to say you are still in my thoughts and prayers now more than ever. I'm coming back I really am.

I love you.

Love,

sara

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