i cry a lot in the shower.
sometimes i cup my hands under the stream of scalding hot water
i cup my hands and the water pools and i imagine i am holding soil and the soil is holding a very small seed
the seed begins to sprout and then it grows. and it grows and it grows and it grows.
i cry and the seed grows into whatever it is God made me to be.
what is it? i dont think i will ever know what God made me for.
and this is one of the reasons i cry in the shower. sometimes when you are in the shower it is the only time you really hear yourself think.
