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, July 28, 2011

independence from independence

{haiti day 3}
Dear Candice,
Happy 4th of July!! Today has been a beautiful day. We got the choice of where we wanted to go today. Our choices were to go to a soccer camp that we are putting on or to go down to the cretch all day. Since i started building relationships yesterday with the beautiful kids, I stayed at the cretch. I met a little boy named Wilnes. He is 11 years old. He and I played soccer for about an hour today and it was alot of fun.
He asked me some random questions like how old I am and if I like Justin Bieber.
And then he asked me where my mom was. This really hit me. I told him that my mom was at my house with the rest of my family. He then proceded to ask me about the rest of my family. Candice, that was when I realized how much I love my family. Sure they can be really annoying, and they aren't perfect, but at least I have them.
Dafka stayed by my side the whole day. I sung her more songs. After I finished singing "How Deep the Fathers Love for Us" I stopped singing. She looked up at me and opened my mouth. I was slightly puzzled by why she did this, so I closed my mouth again. Then I realized she wanted me to keep singing. So I sang another song. And then she fell asleep.
What an Independance day this has been.
I love you.
Love,
Sara

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