Seeds of Strength

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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