A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Friday, December 23, 2011

Come Holy Spirit, Come.

Last night, I went to a Charismatic Prayer group at a new to me church in McKinney.  It was fantastic.  The Holy Spirit was so alive there.  We sang together, and prayed together.  Hands were laid on me, and God spoke to me, giving me peace, and wisdom.  So many things blossomed from this hour and a half - friendships, a sense of peace and belonging, and most importantly, peace. 
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