{help}
dear candice,
im trying to come back so bad.God has still been telling me to go back to see you. i miss you so much.
candice, my sister and i went to a world vision convention today. i go to go to walk through the lives of real children and the affects of AIDS in their communities. at the end of the walk that i went through, there were pictures and information about children that needed help. this was really hard for me because it showed me that there are real children who need real help. my help. i picked up one of the information packets and i couldnt even look at the picture. when i didlook at her my heart was broken. it reminded me so much of when you looked at me in the eyes and needed my help. the people asked me to consider sponseriong her. but before i could even answer or respond my first thought was, "ill talk to candice about it." so here i am, talking to you about sponseriong this little girl named Eunice. so even though you cant reply and you dont evenknow im saying any of this, what should i do?
i love you,
love,
sara
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...
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.
As you read these letters, Candice is you. I am writing these letters to you- whoever you may be.
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