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Dandelions, are they a weed or are they a flower?  Some would argue that they are definitely a weed.  They will spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars just to get rid of those pesky dandelions.

Others will argue just as vehemently that they are a flower.  Children will come running in with a bouquet of dandelions they picked with you in mind.   In their mind, they are flowers.   Whether they are a weed or a flower is not for me to decide.  There is nothing better than seeing dandelions after months of cold, barren winter. 

Dandelions remind me that no matter what this life throws at me, I can get back up shake off the dust and I’m good.  Satan can not defeat me. Have you ever tried to mow dandelions?   You can mow them over and in a few days, it seems like hours, there they are standing boldly, proudly right where they were.   The mower did not defeat them.

They also spread like crazy.   There is never one lone dandelion.  No, there are almost always more than one.  Like dandelions, I am never alone either.  I have many brothers and sisters AND, big and, I have God, who is always with me.  

Dandelions can not be contained.  If your neighbor has a dandelion or two in his yard, look out! They will be in your yard so fast it'll make your head spin.  Those little devils are unstoppable.  If we have the Spirit of God in us, there is absolutely nothing that can or should stop us from spreading the word of God.  This world cannot contain us.


Like dandelions, we are only a weed to those who choose to see us that way.  To those tho want to see posies and the beauty of the dandelion they will always be flowers.   Children see the natural beauty of the dandelions God created.  They can sit for hours making dandelion chains or blowing the dead dandelion heads all over the yard 
pretending to make wishes.   




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