New Thoughts

Forgive the analogy, but I want to be like a dripping faucet. Not in the Proverbs sense of the word, but in a constant, consistent, continual dripping leak. I heard it last night from four until six a.m. It never stopped. Even when I prayed that it would. No matter what sort of Herculean effort I used to try to try the water knobs off just a little more last time I took a shower. Nope. Drip, drip, drip. I want my life to be like that. No matter what squeezes me and tries to make me stop, I won't ever stop giving, loving or sharing. No matter who puts pressure on me to change or cease altogether I will always have so much inside that it just spills out to others. The good stuff, of course. And, when it needs to, the good stuff will come out in a flood. All because of what has been put into me before and what is put in now. What is in my pipes, so to speak. ( :