I've gotten used to not having a hand to hold.
I've grown to love spending time
with big groups of girls.
I've gotten used to going to dances
and not dancing.
I've loved seeing friends fall in love
and get engaged.
I'm not afraid to standing alone,
and I've become so much stronger.
But sometimes, I just wish I had someone to fight for.
I love your honesty.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it funny how our picture of contentedness can change depending on what the Lord is teaching us?