Rejection and I are good friends…too good of friends. In fact, rejection is one of those friends who can’t seem to take the hint that I’m in a hurry and have things to do and places to go and people to see, but instead begins another conversation as I’m walking...
I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.
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