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...
Labour not for the meat which perisheth, but for that meat which endureth unto everlasting life, which the Son of man shall give unto you: for him hath God the Father sealed.
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