We will see that pesky little virus, the jagging seeds of doubt, the prickly seeds of obedience with pictures of freedoms/privilege on the package, the windblown seeds of terror and despair... and raise them one tiny mustard seed.

Do with me what You will Dear Lord, I will carry faith, truth, love, hope, grace, freedom, and whatever else I can gather - none of these are too heavy for my basket. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻