Grow little seed! GROW!

Grow towards the sky where all your hopes..all your purpose lay in wait…

Nestled gently among the blues, coddled between the clouds.

Oh if you only knew!

YOU WOULD GROW!

Yes, spring up little leaflet. Extend the colors that Yah painted,

Become the added element that forms the vivid picture.

Show and shine forth for all to see! GROW!

Child like dreams turned golden year joy

The rememberance of simpler times tiggered by a smidgen of familiar

Grow you mustard seed…GROW!

Turn into the Promise, turn into the Prophecy, turn into the Inheritance

GROW.

grow…

grow…

Hurry up and..grow little seedling before the world crushes the potential, the…possibility…

the possibility of becoming.

As I look up in the hopes of rain…praying & patiently waiting for The Living Water to rain down – to add a measure of FAITH….

upon my little mustard seedling.

Drink up..drink and thirst no more for The Son will come to shine in the morning.

And that mourning will turn to dancing in the midst of the sun.

grow little seedling!

GROW!

Matthew 17:20 NKJV

²⁰ So Jesus said to them, “Because of your unbelief; for assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.