Would that it was that simple. A place to go and get a sign. But no such place exists. Oh, they said, go to the Bible, it has all the answers. I been reading there daily lately and all I have read lately are the Kings that rebelled and the kings that were slain. Every now and then a sign comes along, but mostly to the virgins and little old ladies in their nineties having babies. A donkey here and there.
It is a toilsome thing to wade through the cliches out there. I am admittedly in a shallow spot run aground lately. This job situation and this life situation. Sandbars are pretty places but not good for journey's when the destination is supposed to be beyond the shore.
It would be such an easier way of living I suppose, to accept the cliche, to live in the sweet now and now, letting the word guide me, taking up swords and killing Kings. Prosperity coming abundantly.
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