It made me think of the tenacity of this little weed. It does not belong here. It should not be here. The conditions for good growth really are not present in this location. Yet, here it is...all alone...in the midst of traffic and pollution and cars and cement and heat.
I feel like the weed. I need to be more like the weed. I need to always have the tenacity and faith of this weed. I need to grow like this weed. This is my prayer.