Everything produces seed after its kind.
The bird sleeps in the egg and the egg is birthed within the bird.
And the seed determines the fruit.
If I am alive, I produce seed after my own kind.
My life sleeps in my dream.
I choose to dream big. I am going to let my dreams soar and take over my life. For my fruit is in the seed, and the seed determines my fruit. My life is etched within my dreams.
Dream on with me.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
#369 My first born’s 31st birthday
#368 Snail Mail from a friend
#367 Hot chocolate waiting for me after a cold walk
#366 Warm Gloves
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