I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.

Instead I hope to be a rose, beautiful and strong.

My crimson petals reaching up towards God,

My leaves whispering His praises to the wind that rushes by.

The bees will be my telephone,

Spreading the love of God to all the other flowers.

Our voices will float through the wind like a rushing stream

Our stems will extend like arm...

The roots of my life form a cross.

Each part of my being points back to the One who created me.

My roots began as He skillfully knitted me in my mother’s womb.

My mother’s whispered prayers started the tinniest roots

And the roots grew deeper and wider with each devotion and sermon.

My roots have anchored me to a faith since childhood

And my root system is intertwined with the roots of oth...

If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

I am the product of preachers wishing the next generation knows the Word better than them. The red letters of Christ’s words flow through me like my own blood.

I am the product of past generations wishing for education to be available to all. I have opportunities to further myself that were once unimaginable.

I am the product of my mother w...

God weaves His blessings together with the strings of hardships in this life.

The strings of a learning disability have been used to form a great work ethic.

The strings that once held my family together caused a path to the other side of America. While the move was hard, it was my moment of serendipity. My life had a new meaning and my relationship with God grew. I felt a joy that I had not fel...

The door cracked open, revealing a long forgotten room. Lilly gasped as she looked at her late brother’s room, still just as messy as when he was alive.

Michael had been 14 years older than Lilly, and today he has been gone 14 years. His once tiny sister now a woman at 18 years old with her blonde hair always braided down her back.

“Hi, Michael. I miss you. Mom is terrified of me leaving f...