Each seed brings forth new life,

Designed and created by God Himself,

Woven together in His infinite wisdom,

Clothing this delicate life with armor to endure the elements,

As each season changes under heaven.

So the tiny, seed burrows deep within the earth,

Hiding itself from the winter cold,

In spring, new life appears from dormant soil,

Trees fill with fresh, green buds,

Once withered branches come alive,

Bringing forth a shade producing umbrella,

To protect from the heat of the summer sun,

In autumn the seeds fall again,

Making their way to the ground,

Completing the bountiful circle of life,

If He cares for the least of these,

Imagine His love for us.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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2 Responses to THE LEAST OF THESE . . .

  1. I haven’t seen those seeds since I moved away from Michigan in 1968. Thanx for the reminder.

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