The Dandelion stood in the middle of the lawn Yellow petals reaching to the sun. Day after day it fluttered in the breeze. Then one day an explosion happened, The wind gentle at first Rushed across the lawn. The dandelion bent its fluffy head and Thousands of tiny seeds Flew off on an adventure. Each one carrying life. Delicate but life filled. Are you a dandelion? Pregnant with life. With seeds With spiritual life for others. Let the wind of the Spirit blow through you Let y

The heat was intense She had a sore back But She kept going. Her mother-in-law needed food. All day All hot day. Then one of the men came over. He said, “Boss says come and eat.” She followed shyly Not sure. She knew she didn’t fit. She sat at the far end of the table Hoping to hide in the noise of food. He smiled at Her That was all. Just as She got up to leave He said, “Stay in our fields You will be safe here. My girls will protect you. No man will come near.” She nodded A

God gave us a heart to scribe A heart to scribe with grace Those words he planted there His glorious majesty to declare. God gifted us the ability to write The sharing of his unfailing love Day or night - whatever the time Thy words shall be His praise. Writing gives the greatest pleasure God's heart’s desire pens from thee His own life story, we love to share Not just in one place, but everywhere. By God's own quills may we scribe Creativity etched in benevolence What a gift

Inspired by the biblical account of Elijah in 1 Kings 18—a bold prayer for revival, fire from Heaven, and the return of life-giving rain....