I longed to be a star,
Or else aflaming fire,
That all men, near and far,
Might marvel and admire.
But God said, "No my child,
Splendor is not for thee;
I want you for my tallow to dip,
To burn for me.
Burning in the wind,
Burning in the dust,
With a steadfast flame
Of belief and trust.
Never letting doubt
Blow your clear flame out.
Candle in the mist,
Shining true and bright;
Guiding wanderers home again,
Through the stormy night.
-Shine, little light, shine on,
Till dark is lost in dawn."
This is from A Candle in the Mist by Florence Means.
“It was a cheerful, hopeful letter, full of … fatherly love …’I know… that they will be loving children to you, will do their duty faithfully, fight their bosom enemies bravely, and conquer themselves so beautifully that when I come back to them I may be fonder and prouder than ever of my little women.’” Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
I am thirteen years old living in a Christian Homeschooling family with my Mother, my father, my sister Hanna (9) and my brother Spencer (10).
We are currently going through the adoption process, hoping to adopt an infant from somewhere in the United States, praying and trusting God that he has the right child/children for our family.

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