Yes, I feel that way.
But maybe it doesn’t matter so much how I feel. Maybe feelings are little more than a garnish for a plate. Maybe there’s nothing substantive about what I’m saying.
Who wants me to ad-nauseum them with some anti-porn rhetoric? Who wants me to get into the murky waters of domestic violence? Who wants a good old fashioned railing against modern socialization and how it injures everyone it touches?
Who wants to hear how one should invest in the spirit instead of the body, because one of them is surely going to fall apart one day? Who wants to be preached at by someone who has made every mistake in the Book but has been blessed enough to be granted wisdom of how to learn from her mistakes? Who wants me to relate the depth of pain that sin will take you to?
Who wants to know what it was like to watch someone die? Who wants to feel from a mother’s perspective what it is to offer your child to someone else to raise and know that each day that passes takes her farther from her and deeper into a new life of which she isn’t a part? Who wants to listen to someone bemoan about losing out on someone she wanted, in whatever capacity?
Anyone?
Anyone???
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