authentic blessing

I grew up out west- a yankee. . .but I've lived in the South for 20 years.

hmmm. . .Texas sky is big, folks are friendly, and when God brings you to a place- well, it's always good.
Texas talk is different. . .Bless your heart gets sandwiched into all sorts of dialogue. I'm still trying to decipher the hidden meaning -

And randomly I say it (really, me ?) -bless her heart just slips out when I don't know what else to say. . .

But sometimes my heart is honestly blessed, and the words ring authentic. . .

dear girls-

for me, last Friday's prayer time was amazing-

I didn't prod (or did I?)-you shared your circumstances, but aswell the inside part-one of you even came back after everthing was shared and added a personal part, without a prompt. We laughed and cried-you yearned to love God and people.

And you took the little strips of paper and prayed the Scriptures for each other- for me.

Really girls, you bless my heart -I see grace at work .