The power of the drip

Sometimes when you see other things constantly and easily gain resources only to be wasted and misused, you begin to question your stamina and your desire to keep marching. It gets discouraging and daily you wonder if this whole thing (relationship, career, parenting, life, etc) is even worth the effort.
It always seems like "ratchet" wins. It feels that way because of our new addiction to instant gratification. Make me a star, a millionaire, a wife/hubby in 1 hr or within a season of tv shows. It all gets immediate attention and it has taken over our good sense.
We struggle to get people to give a damn about our kids' future yet it only takes a moment for a video of a toddler cussin' to go viral. Each time I see nonsense like that, I honestly attempt to put myself in the shoes of the person who documented it for all the world to witness. Ultimately it boils down to one thought. Does this person KNOW they have a different choice they can make? I mean truly...do...they...know? I know there are people who live to keep others down yet in this day and age, it is hard for me to accept that as everyone's crutch anymore. With all the FB certified life coaches and Twitter therapists floating around (that includes me) no one can say they didn't know they had a choice without being a lie! I guess the issue is whether they have given up all hope. That's a dangerous state of mind. Ask me how I know. (We will chit chat a taste about that later).
Hope gets you out of bed when you have every reason to just lay there. Hope is what taps your faith on the shoulder when it gets distracted. Hope makes you think with muscles. Hope is that bubble you are inside of that blocks out the sound of despair, doubt, exhaustion, neglect, loneliness and sabotage. You know it's there and you can see it but you can't hear it nor is it your focus. You are aware of the struggle yet you march on. Hope makes you float on. You float high and sometimes very low but you float! Keep your purpose in your heart and pray often for your hope to stay present...even when it gets low. Just like a faucet that has poor water pressure; there is power in that drip! In due time, that constant trickle of water wears down a rock and can cause a bucket to overflow.
I love the greatness inside of each of us.  My hope is that we all get to experience it for ourselves. How's that for a job description? Leave it to me to have a passion that is not exactly resumè material. How do you work that out on your taxes? *shrugs*  So I continue to go about my journey of being the change we all need to see. There is a HUGE project taking place right at my own front door. It is so huge that it actually makes me a lil bit nervous. Yeah I get nervous! I wouldn't have it any other way. Let's me know I am still alive.
May the support come in so strong that I am rendered speechless...and THAT is hard to do. My hope runneth over.
Smooches & Red Rice