There’s always that one person…

There’s always that one person…
That will always have your heart
You never see it coming
‘Cause you’re blinded from the start
Know that you’re that one for me
It’s clear for everyone to see
Ooh baby, you will always be my boo

Do you remember, girl?
I was the one who gave you your first kiss
‘Cause I remember, girl
I was the one who said, “Put your lips like this”
Even before all the fame and
People screaming your name
Girl, I was there when you were my baby

Yes, I remember, boy
‘Cause after we kissed
I could only think about your lips
Yes, I remember, boy
The moment I knew
You were the one I could spend my life with
Even before all the fame
And people screaming your name
I was there and you were my baby

It started when we were younger
You were mine
Now another brother’s taken over
But it’s still in your eyes
Even though we used to argue, it’s alright
I know we haven’t seen each other in a while
But you will always be my boo

I was in love with you when we were younger
You were mine
And I see it from time to time
I still feel like…
And I can see it no matter
How I try to hide
And even though there’s another man who’s in my life
You will always be my boo

 

No puedo dejar de pensar en ti. Me haces falta y te extraño mucho. Espero que estés saludable, contento, y feliz con tu familia y tu familia nueva. Nunca te olvidaré. Todavía te adoro. <3

Falling in Love

We fall in love with personality,

the words they say

and their behavior,

the thoughts and opinions,

the moments you make and remember;

we lust with our eyes

and love with our hearts.

I would say it is completely possible

to fall in love with someone

without having a physical contact

because it is a pure, raw love for them,

who they are

and what they’re about.

Perhaps it’s the best way to fall in love.

You fall in love with the sight of their soul,

not the sight through our eyes –

which may be misleading.

Modesty

The thing about modesty is that it all revolves around love.

A love for the LORD that completely satisfies a woman in a such a way that she is able to resist the temptation to be affirmed by the eyes of men.

A love for others that will cause a woman to dress appropriately not only because she knows that a gentle and meek spirit is precious in the sight of God but also to guard the hearts of her brothers in faith, not allowing her body to distract them from honoring the LORD.

A love for women that are younger in the faith that are watching her and learning what it means to be a godly woman by her example. She is either teaching them that it is okay to put her body on display for the world to see or to clothe herself in godliness.

So the question to be asked is, how are you loving God and others with what you are wearing?

Help us get to the Dominican Republic :)

Hello friends,

I’ve finally updated my funding websites so that actually look legit. ;) All details and information can be found using either of those links! Thanks very much in advance!

http://www.gofundme.com/heart4missions

http://www.razoo.com/story/Rep-Blica-Dominicana-2015

 

Fear of Sex

I originally wanted to title this, “Fear of Intimacy,” but that’s not what I am afraid of.

My boyfriend and I have been intimate before, though we’ve not had sex. To be honest, the thought of sex excites me and I want it because who wouldn’t? We’re human! That’s the second thing we want after food and water! So intimacy on any level is no problem and the neither is the thought of sex… most of the time.

For years I’ve associated sex with fear and submission… with zero power and no control over anything that happens. This can be exciting for some (if you minus the ‘fear’), but it wasn’t always for me. I was not actively having sex when this fear developed, so I’d take a lot more than I could handle. I’d lay there not knowing when it was going to stop or what would happen next. What made things so confusing, though, was the fact that I did enjoy it, but I didn’t want it. It was what I wanted, but not how or when I wanted it… but that’s another story.

Thinking about sex now frightens me sometimes. So many What if…? questions come to mind that I know will never be of concern, but my mind still asks, What if…? Just because it’s a different person doesn’t mean the same thing can’t happen again. What if?