the wind

I planted flowers with the kids yesterday.
tons of flowers.
just pouring seeds out everywhere... lol... couldnt move the dirt around fast enough before everyone just started pouring.

the wind was blowing. the wind reminded me of my mom and our relationsship. the coolness it brought. sometimes it was strong. sometimes it was faint. but it was always there. big gusts of wind or a slow peaceful breeze. but always there, never being able to truly see the 'wind' but always able to see what it does by blowing the grass, my hair, the flowers, the trees, the leaves. always able to feel it.

the flowers I planted with the kids ...
some will grow some won't. for the ones that flourish, they will be touched by a cool gentle breeze. they will be beautiful. they will be fed by the sun and will drink from the rain or mindful care of watering.

my prayer is for these flowers to multiply, to look toward their maker and where they get their source of life from. for these flowers to always know they will be watered, for the colors of their petals to be beautiful and vibrant. and for them to always feel the wind they way I have.