Walking through the yard, I noticed a very large weed. A long stalk had grown from its core. At the tallest point I saw a crown of buds. The buds were blossoming into a beautiful little bouquet of purple flowers.
What touched my soul was the thought that I have lived through moments of “weediness” and from those times came beauty. I am the flower that shoots high above the plant that most of us refer to as weeds.
