Behind my suburban Dallas neighborhood, I discovered a hidden stream while exploring yesterday. No whirring of mid-day traffic or blaring sirens of emergency vehicles could be heard. Silence. Willow trees hugged the banks of the water as the dark shale bed made perfect mirror reflections of the sky. It is a peaceful oasis in the middle of the concrete landscape that is my home. Here I can listen. Here I can listen to God, to nature, to the slow trickle of water as it carves it's way home. In this place, my dreams become bigger and my heart grows. I feel connected. Stress melts away and love replaces as I surrender to my serendipitous dream...

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