My daily discourse idea went out the window before it ever had a chance – it was birthed out the window. Nonetheless, I have a thought about some individuals, so here it is – to those who have found comfort and yet been thrown to devices.
It’s for you who relish in baggy-ness, find warmth in over-sized fluffy-ness, and trample the ground in puffy-ness. Your lives seem to have been thrown to the wolves, or rather, have been chased down and ravished by the wolves; you have been left to die, with your life held at ransom with daily abuses that are designed to feed. I can only hope that light will shine off the outer sHell that encrusts your being. My faith tells me that this is truth, and I hope in this without fault.