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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

thursday, june 24 2010

{missing you}
Dear Candice,


I miss you so much. I close my eyes and long to see your bright blue eyes looking up at me asking the question, “do you truly love me?” words alone will never be able to answer a priceless question like this one. But if I had to sum up my answer into one word it would be “yes.” I love you.

I have been working at a vacation Bible school all this week teaching kids your age how to praise God with dance. I don’t think I will ever be able to work with kids again without thinking about you. I so wish I could be in the backyard of that unoccupied apartment in the Talladega projects playing kickball with you. I miss you.

I will never forget you.

I love you.

Love,

sara
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