A Flower for the Lost Souls
A flower for the lost souls . You know what freaks me out? Watching a child born of two people who are not sure of themselves. Yes, the child is here. But they do not know where the next meal will come from. Yes, they have been told that the lord provides, and that these children come holding their own plates in their hands. But still, these parents have starved before. They have lacked. Everything they are right now is nothing but a product of dysfunction. But life is precious. And each one of us has a purpose. Which is a good thing. And this freaks me out even more. Just walking with faith. Not being sure of ourselves or whatever will happen onto us the next hour. Now that freaks me out. I wanted to be sure. I wanted to know. It scares me watching a kid grow up with sheer luck. Brought up in dysfunction. Grow up to be an adult. But still, not being sure of themselves. And not able to find themselves. Every time a kid says, "Get me a job" It freaks me out. You ask them &qu