You don’t understand. How can people who have never struggled with sin know how to talk to those who fall, over and over again? What do the 99 who were never lost know about the grace extended to the 1 who was lost? What do they know about what it’s like to be on the outside, always? What do they know about the wilderness to ever be able to help one traversing it navigate to safety? If you have never known darkness can you ever truly appreciate light? I know what my life looks like.
… cos i’m pregnant
*sings to self* go shawty/
it’s your birthday
it don’t matter that you can’t sip bacardi,
go shawty, it’s your birthday…