Just the other afternoon, I had a moment that stopped me in my tracks…
I was sitting on the front porch—barefoot, lemon water in hand, watching the kids run wild through the tall grass of our Tennessee yard. My three-year-old toddled over with something small and delicate in his hand and said, “Look, Mom, I got you a wish!”
He was holding a dandelion puff.
I smiled, brought it to my lips, and blew gently. The seeds floated up and away—light as air, like tiny parachutes dancing in the warm breeze. And without even thinking, I turned to him and said…
“These wishes are like seeds. Next year, we might see a whole field of dandelions from where they land.”
And in that quiet moment—I had an epiphany.
🌱 Our Prayers Are Like Seeds
So often in motherhood, especially in the thick of it—those late-night moments, the tears we cry when no one sees, the whispered prayers we send up while folding laundry or rocking a baby—feel like dandelion seeds scattered into the unknown.
But what if that’s the point?
What if our prayers don’t need to land in a perfectly organized garden?
What if they’re carried by faith—blown on the breath of trust—and God decides exactly where they need to land?
📖 Scripture to Soothe a Weary Mama’s Heart
“If you have faith as small as a mustard seed… you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move.”
—Matthew 17:20
“Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
—Galatians 6:9
“So is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty…”
—Isaiah 55:11
Whether you’re in a season of waiting, of praying, or of wondering if anything you’re doing matters—I want you to know: your seeds are not wasted.
God is in the soil.
🌙 A Midnight Momma’s Reflection
Sister, I know how hard it can feel when you’ve been sowing seeds in silence. When you’ve prayed the same prayer over and over. When you’re nurturing littles with all you’ve got, and wondering if your quiet offerings are enough.
But He sees you.
And He is not wasteful.
What looks like floating is often planting. What feels like delay might be divine preparation. And what seems like silence might be when the roots are quietly growing under the surface.
✨ Let’s Pray
Father, thank You for the seeds. The small ones. The quiet ones. The ones we plant in faith when we’re tired and stretched thin. Help us to keep trusting You—to keep sowing, believing You are working even when we don’t see the fruit. Remind us that You are the Grower, and our job is simply to plant. In Yeshua Jesus’ name, amen.
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🌼 Your seeds are never wasted.
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