Just a Drop...

They are little,

tiny;

it seems like they are insignificant.

Individually, perhaps they are.

Perhaps not.

Droplets.

Bits of H2O.

Alone, they are just that:

alone.

But gather them together.

No longer droplets or insignificance.

They can cloud the view,

make a puddle,

or a stream,

or a river,

washing unimpeded,

crashing and snatching anything in the path.

 

Little turned big:

like droplets of ill.

Little thoughts, doubts, bitterness, anger,

misunderstandings.

Left alone they are small,

forgotten;

but if allowed to gather,

the damage...

LOOK OUT!!!

But what else?

Little drops of hope,

love,

faith,

forgiveness,

Itty-bitty, tiny, seemingly insignificant:

what if they grow,

join?

Oh, blessedness!

Oh, peace!

Oh, joy!

What we allow to join together in our minds,

our tongues,

our hearts,

will be the force that drives us where it will,

the force that breaks us up

or mends us up.

Look up.

Grab it.

Fill up the good stuff.

Flush the bad.

Give it to God

and watch him fill the droplets up:

good measured,

pressed down,

and running over.

 

Choose wisely,

 my friend.

Joining Gypsy Mama's 5-minute Friday

where we write about the word prompt for 5 minutes.

also linking to:

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