I am beginning to see the flesh differently. Because it was an act of the flesh that got me here? And I wasn’t planned. But I owe my life to what we would call a sinful act. How can it be wrong? When that is the very thing that got me here?

My very existence is because of that? I am not that act and neither is my Mother. But here I am. And I owe my life to fact that she allowed it. I wouldn’t be here? WOW