Dripping
Just like rain, I feel it penetrate the very core of my
being. Softening the edges.
Drip, drip,
drip.
His love, like an
endless fountain, pours forth.
Drip, drip,
drip.
I allow it to soak
every fiber of my parched and weary soul.
Drip, drip, drip –
PLOP.
I am filled to overflowing.
And from this
abundance, I must give.
I must love.
I must go forth,
dripping wet.
Tags:
Faith
4 comments
really like the feeling in "Softening the edges," and the Truth that He is "an endless fountain" continuously giving of Himself, of His Love. lovely picture, too.
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Thanks for the kind words Amy! On my way to visit your blog :)
DeleteLove this, Mindy! And I love your idea of sponsors for this "going" stuff. :) You never cease to make me smile.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for taking time to visit here!
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