Dear moon shining brightly on me,
Show this lonely girl her prince charming.
I want to be the apple of his eye
And no matter how things are, he would never intentionally make me cry.
When I speak I would like is undivided attention.
And when he is with his friends its my name he mentions.
He carries my hand in his with pride
He let's me know the joy I've brought to his life.
May his world be lit from my smile
And five minutes without me seems such a long while.
In a room full of beautiful women, he turns and let's me know he chose me over all of them.
His heart, I had to work for to win.
I believe in forever,
So dear moon may he say goodbye, NEVER .
I havent written much on my trip to Honduras and I'm not exactly sure why. Here is my first attempt. The one outreach that sticks out in my mind and I'm sure everyone else's was when we went to CASITA MUJERES. It was a "home" for young girls from the ages of maybe 6-18. On this day Pastor Chace asked me if I would give my testimony. Now in my head I'm thinking "are you serious" but I of course say yes. This is my first time ever to give the story of what made me who I am today. That whole day I was so nervous, anyone who knows me also knows that I'm not one to really get nervous about anything. Just the thought of exposing who I am to a whole crowd of people including those from church and my siblings, it just made me feel vulnerable. Our bus is driving on down the road to our destination when we notice a traffic jam. Great it's already hot and sweaty and now there is no movement for the air to circulate through the bus. I guess it was exactl...
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