The warmth inside my mothers womb is nothing more than a distant memory, for I was forced out of the only home that I have ever known. My mothers 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. Until that day, 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 will only get colder, but I will stand firm until the end, with arms open wide, waiting to be saved.

“Because of the increase of wickedness the love of most will grow cold, but the one who stands firm until the end will be saved.”

Mathew 24:12-13

With arms open wide……



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