The warmth inside of my mothers womb is now nothing more than a distant memory, for I was forced out of the only home that I had ever known. My mother’s womb was my security, it was my comfort zone, it was my own personal solitary confinement which kept me warm from the outside world and the cold that exist within it. Then that day came, that fateful day, that fateful day when I was pushed out by force into this cold world. My life began with a chill that will keep me company for as long as I am in this world, and it shall worsen, for the Lord has spoken:
“Sin will be rampant everywhere, and the love of many will grow cold.”
When this sinful snowstorm arrives the love of many will grow cold, but my love will remain warm as it is engulfed within the Lords light.
Arms open wide…..