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B is for Much Water

“And John was also baptizing in Aenon near Salim, because there was much water there…” St. John 3:23

Don’t envy. Neither in jest or in actuality…. Don’t envy. The world is still big enough to fit your dream.

The above chapter tells how both Jesus and St. John were baptizing in the same area. They could have done this because there was “much water”. As I read that it hit me that, as convoluted as the planet seems [and altogether hopeless some days], there is stil a place for you.

We don’t usually see it because we’re busy, rushing round like ants; trying to FIGHT our way into a space… even at the expense of others. Because THAT SPACE…. THAT SPACE YOU’RE OCCUPYING is exactly where I need to be. But it isn’t… actually. You need to be where you belong because there is still much water – the talent pool isn’t all filled up.

There is still a space for YOUR art.
There is still a space for YOUR writing.
There is still a space for YOUR music.
There is [more than enough] space for you.

The End. I have spoken [thunder rolls]



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