The squeeze

When we’re squeezed, what’s inside … comes out. We know this.

But don’t be misled by the initial stages. Like a bit of separated oil and pigment in a new tube of paint, the first bit of pressure can sometimes produce something ugly.

In time, our substance — our character — will ultimately show up.

Likewise, don’t despair over the dregs. If we’ve been squeezed too long, there comes a time when the remnants are all we have left to give.

Until we replenish ourselves.

I wonder: are you in need of replenishment? How might you attend to that need?