toothpaste.

I have this amazing tube of toothpaste. Aquafresh Extreme Clean: Whitening. SUPER foamy. I like it a lot.

But that’s not what makes it amazing.

This particular tube never seems to end. I am totally not kidding. I swear I have already squeezed every little bit of it out, and yet every morning and every night for the last week and a half, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and lo and behold, there is another little bit in the tube ready to go. Yet, I know that my amazement is somewhat unfounded, because I know that it will run out sooner or later.

And so, in order to make this blog post worth your time, I’ll make that daring leap to apply this oh-so-poignant metaphor to my life right NOW. Blatantly obvious transitions!

I am that amazing tube of toothpaste.

Didn’t see that coming, huh? But it’s true. Recently, I feel like I’ve been pushing more and more of myself out, and while I remain in awe of the sheer quantities of whatever that God has been able to push out of me, I’m definitely reaching the end of my tube.

The part I’m having the biggest difficulty with is re-defining the metaphor for myself. A tube of toothpaste has only one way out; the movement of toothpaste unidirectional. Unless you cut open the other side and add more toothpaste, there’s only so much the tube can provide before you have to get another one.

Father, grab your scissors; I’m going to need some more toothpaste pretty soon.

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