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I grew up in a world that was somewhat perfect. I really did not know what perfection looked like or what it was but somehow I believed my world was perfect. What was funny about my world was how perfect I thought it was, yet, you found no love in it. A world filled with so much hurt and resentment. a world that was completely shut out from the rest of the world. My own little world that I build with no door let alone a window. My own little world, I dictated who enters, this number was a very little number utmost only 4 persons could enter or maybe, reasonably a small number of persons could enter. Yet, even when they entered I kept them at arm's length, I dictated how much of myself I was willing to give. I thought I was boss, what a beautiful world it seems. The irony of it all was that there was no love in this little world of mine. There was Jesus in it but yet, Jesus was not the center of this world. I made the rules and I governed. For a lengthy period of time, I w...