Seeds of Strength , originally uploaded by colbyh . We can do no great things, only small things withgreat love. ~Mother Teresa Like a wildflower, I grow fast and free, but I bend beneath the slightest breeze. I always wonder but never see that where I am is where I’m supposed to be. Sometimes I feel my folly: I’m the poison of a weed. But from there the wind will carry me and plant another seed. Lonesome by the highway, or in the shade of a tree, I’ve found that where I go is not up to me. It is the Lord – the Spirit, Breath, and Life in me. He’s the wind. He carries me. - author TBC, via Claire
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