This poem in memory of our Sophia.

I think at times we can be hard on ourselves, wondering why we don’t go from a seedling to a mature plant overnight. We try to force growth and then wonder why we can’t sustain the demand when it is simply because our seed didn’t have enough time to sprout and produce the amount needed for the calling placed on it.

We were born into this world with purpose. But often we forget the true importance of what living life really means. Are we filling our lives with purpose and design God had planted in our hearts since he brought us here on earth or are we letting the world consume us? We were born with purpose, HIS purpose. He knew you before He formed you in your mother's womb.