I am finally starting to believe that if I break down, these folks will drive out and find me.
Anna asked my friends what they saw in me. She took those words and turned them into party decor.
I was reminded as I listened to my community re-name me again that we are all products of our surroundings, we become what we follow. I am just a little seed, and any fruit that I bear is because of the Father who planted me here and put me with people who are such good soil.
My roots grow deeper every year. And the fruit gets sweeter.