Tumbling Tumbleweeds

Tumbling Tumbleweeds God saw fit to give unto them birth, no beauty in its display while upon the earth. Quickly the wind throws them about to wander there are no need of boots to travel over yonder. Along the countryside not rare, In due season cast aside their seed to share. A plant in pursuit of it’s purpose or fate, existing in harsh or arid soil with no debate. In the eye of the beholder a work of art. With a little work or spray paint to start. It takes a few trinkets, bows, maybe a star or two. Let your imagination fly high for it’s up to you. Like the tumbleweeds that blow in the wind, God yearns for all to have purpose and find. Without it, we are like the tumbling tumbleweeds, if you do not seek the wisdom of the Bible and read. By tiptoe