Have you noticed how water always seems to find a path to follow in order to reach other sources of water? How when something is blocking its flow, it will find an alternative path? When there is no place to go it pools, it puddles. What if our dreams and blessings were trying to reach us with the same determination and perseverance? What if when we block the flow to sharing our gifts, talents and passions, something wells up in us, pools and puddles inside us? Stagnant. When there is no expression or manifestation of God's gifts to us...what if?