There is a little jar on my kitchen windowsill that occasionally holds treasures from my boys. Acorns. Pebbles. Wildflowers. And, more often than not, dandelions. Tiny fists stretch toward me with bright yellow blooms and proud smiles. "Mommy, I picked these for you!" I've never once looked at those dandelions and thought about whether they were perfect flowers. I don't analyze whether they belong in a florist's bouquet or if someone else might call them weeds. I think about

There is something beautiful about a field of dandelions. Most people pass by without giving them a second thought. They're common, ordinary and easy to overlook. Yet, every dandelion is known by its Creator. God knows where each one grows, how it was formed and He knows the purpose He designed it to serve. If God cares for a simple flower, how much more does He care for you? As moms, it's easy to lose ourselves in the constant demands of motherhood. We answer to "Mom" all d

"He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young." — Isaiah 40:11 One of the things I love most about The Dandelion Club is our name. Most people see dandelions as weeds. They mow over them, pull them up, and wish they would disappear. But children see them differently. They pick them as bouquets for their mothers. They blow their seeds into the wind and make wishes. They find b