There wil be days when you don’t feel useful,       or functional,       or capable. When you certainly don’t feel presentable.

A Morning At The Well

I am a leaky person.            Siphoning the world through in hopes something will stick. Fill. Remain. I have the Spring of Life at my fingertips.             The body of Living water, standing at my well, inviting me to siphon no longer. The days I walk away, or …