Are you saturated?

When I think of the word “saturated” I think of a sponge. When a sponge is saturated with water, it is full to overflowing…it is dripping…it will overflow with whatever it has soaked up when it is squeezed.

Which leads to the question, “What have we soaked up? What comes out when we are squeezed by life’s circumstances?”

What are we saturated with? God…or something else?