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.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

time management


Dear Candice,
Sorry I haven't written in so long. I've been on vacation.
So while I was at the beach all of last week, I learned something about myself. I seem to have so time management issues. I had a full week away from crazy Nashville life and I was off to one of my favorite places on earth. I was so excited to just do nothing.
It was all great until the last day of my stay when I hadn't done anything that I should have done regardless of if I was on vacation or not.
For example, I didn't write to you at all. I had so much free time and so many opportunities to write, but I chose not to. I have no idea why. Writing to you is one of my favorite things to do.
I found myself feeling empty.
I had wasted a week of precious time that isn't coming back.
I got so angry with myself. I sat beating myself up for wasting time.
And then I realized that I was wasting time by beating myself up.
So I took a minute to gather my thoughts and try to get back on track. A single cry out to God was all I needed. In that moment I found myself with peace.
He heard my call and answered me.
Time management is something that I don't really want to deal with. But I'd much rather spend my time with my Savior, serving Him than wasting it away on vacation.
Now I know how I need to change things up.
I love you.
Love,
Sara

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