At bible camp, I was lost, and I needed someone to talk to. Someone to be there for me, someone to hug, a shoulder to cry on. And guess who was there? Rachael, my sista from another mista, she helped me, she listened to me, she didn't judge, and she guided me closer to the Lord Jesus. If she wouldn't have been there, I don't know what I would've done. I would have been stuck where I was, holding in my feelings, not letting anyone inside my heart to help me. Waves of emotion, locked up tight. But when she helped me, the walls I set up to keep the hurt in cracked. She saw inside me. She knows my heart. But there's more where that came from. I know when the time comes, I can tell her everything. The tsunami that's building is bound to come out eventually, and I know she'll be standing next to me when it does. I love you Rachael, and I hope you know you can tell me anything, and whatever you need to get off your back, I'll be here to take the load off your shoulders. Thanks for being there for me!!!
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