Dripping





Drip, drip, drip. 

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.
 
 
 

 
 

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  1. 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.

    amy

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    1. Thanks for the kind words Amy! On my way to visit your blog :)

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  2. Love this, Mindy! And I love your idea of sponsors for this "going" stuff. :) You never cease to make me smile.

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  3. Thank you so much for taking time to visit here!

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