One of my favorite things to do when I was little at my grandparents’ house was pick these little weeds and make a wish as I blew the seeds apart. I thought it was so fun — parents didn’t think so because apparently it spreads the weeds far and wide. Oh, well!

I do like to think of the fact that those seeds would fly on the wind. In a way, each of those little seeds are like prayers. We make wishes sometimes when we make those prayers. Imagine just the number of prayers that are said in a church at the same time. Can you picture those prayers as seeds, growing the faith of the one offering the prayer, changing lives and hearts along the way?

This spring when you find one of these little weeds, pick one up, make a wish or say a prayer and let it go!