Dear World,
I stood there, looking back on my life. Wondering how I ever felt that I wasn't loved. Wondering why I tried so hard to please those who never appriciated me for who I am. I don't want the fresh perspective that I have been given to fade. I don't want to go back to being afraid. There is nothing to be afraid of. How could I have been so afraid of the way others see me and not be afraid of death at the same time? For awhile there I felt that God had forgotten me. The only thing that I could make myself do was cry out for His help. That was all I could say..Lord help me, please don't forget me, all I need is some peace, nothing more. And then when I thought He was doing nothing, is when I was being changed. There was just something about being surrounded by people who genuinely appriciate all that I am as a person. Hell, my family even likes my bad attitude sometimes because it makes it easier for them to poke fun at me. And then before I know it I can't help but smile. And I am almost positive that it is me that has changed. My appriciation for their acceptance towards me has grown so much because I have realized how rare real love is..how rare unconditional love is. And my mother, oh that woman, how amazing. Someone who truly does bare the image of God, showing his love to people whenever she can. A woman after God's own heart. I hope to have a heart like hers..to see the good in people..to think the best of those around me, giving them the benefit of the doubt. And even if I'm wrong, I've at least done the best that I could to give others what I would like them to give to me. Basically...I'm rambeling on...the end:]
Yours Truly,
Charissa
