So I wrote a new song… I actually wrote it last month in Honduras… but am now posting this blog in month 11 of my race in Panama!!
My beautiful and sweet friend Britni helped me record it… So here it is 🙂
Is this always how it's gonna be
Just a puppet on your string
Is this always gonna be who I am
Just another one night stand
Am I safe in your arms
Will you hold me hold me
Am I safe in your arms
Will you love me love me
Will you hold me tight
If just for the night
Say it will be alright
If just for one night
Whatever happened to happy ever after
We'd have each other nothing else would matter
I guess fairy tales just don't come true
If they were then I'd be sitting here with you
Walking down this road
I wonder will it ever end
Or will there be another man who grabs my hand
Walking down this road
I can't see the light
Don't want to fight
I just can't fight
I need a savior
Will you be my savior
Will I be safe in your arms
Will you hold me hold me
Am I safe in your arms
Do you love me love me
Will you hold me tight
For the rest of my life
Say it will be alright
Never leave my side
Never leave my side
All around the world I have seen, realized, and heard countless stories where women and girls find love in all the wrong places. Some are taken advantage of and manipulated, some are desperate and sell themselves to take care of their family, some are so empty, broken, and desperate for any form of love, some are ashamed and feel helpless.
I think of Linda in Honduras was was raped at 9 years old, Michelle in Panama at 3…
Whatever the story is we all wanted to be wanted, desired, pursued, fought for, cherished, and loved. I have found this to be especially true in my life…
It's been incredible how the Lord has redeemed my story throughout this year. It has been a process and journey of opening up old scars. At times so painful and at others so freeing full of healing.
It has been an indescribable honor to hold girls all around the world, look them in the eyes and tell them that they are beautiful, that they are one of a kind, that they deserve to be cherished and valued.
If we could only realize how much our Heavenly Father loves us, if we could only realize that He calls us His beloved, the apple of His eye, His daughter… If we could only realize and believe that we are safe in His arms…
What would we look like if we operated in our true identities? If we didn't look for love in all the wrong places instead looked to the one and only whose love is perfect.
