
Dainty cups of white, heads bowed low
On tender stems that bend with weight
Push through the dirt and grime
Surrounded by strong broad leaves
Drink living water
Burst forth heralding a new life
And bow before the risen King
Learning about unconditional love and acceptance
Yesterday while getting dressed, I thought I had a particularly brilliant moment in the “writing” compartment of my brain.
Yes, I just said it.
The words just started forming in my head and I stopped what I was doing and ran to get paper before I forgot what I was thinking.
Well, that does happen to me. The forgetting what I’m thinking when I go to write.
It’s either that or I get stuck on something and can’t get it out of my head.
So today I stood there with great anticipation.
I got nothing. Or as I said in my head “nuthin”
I must have sprained my brain yesterday.