June 2011
May 2011
When I die, and I look back to everything that happened, I don't care if what I see are the good times, or the bad times. I don't care if I see myself crying, laughing, singing or dancing. All I want is that in all the flashbacks I see, it is God who is glorified, because that will mean that my life is, after all, worth it.
To My Future Husband:
I cannot wait to tell you that I’ve waited my whole life for someone like you,
because it will be the truth.