Don't get your knickers in a knot!!

June 28, 2014

Dear God,

Wheee, it's Saturday and I'm feeling like a rebel. You're probably going to laugh, but now I think I need a Texas flag. When I saw the horsemen and parade participants carrying the flags in the 4th of July parade here last 4th, I got a lump in my throat just thinking about the amazing country and state I live in. I've been here since 1970 ~ Houston, Plano, San Antonio, Frisco, McKinney, and now, Hillsboro. Hmmm...to be totally honest I've liked them all for different reasons.

I decided that rather than stay up all night to prepare for the Farmer's Market today I would take care of my aching body and gear up for next Saturday. It's been so nice just to nap, read, soak in my claw foot tub and fiddle around in the cottage. The crazy dogren were up at their usual break of dawn hour but I fed them, took them out for their potty call, and climbed back into bed. Thank goodness they are rather self-sufficient and will use the wee wee pad if they need to.

Harmony has had this thing about flies. She sees one then goes about the cottage woofing at anything she thinks is a fly. Last night she got up on the sofa with me and saw a fly buzzing around the light bulb under the lamp shade ... she was bound and determined to get that fly. Her fur got all puffied out and she got herself into a real tizzy. I just sat beside her laughing ... she's the most vocal of all my pups ~ one pushy broad!

We're all kind of like Harmony, we see something that is out of place, something perceived as threatening, or maybe we even experience a "bite" or an "ouch" in life. Next time we encounter that thing or experience we get our knickers in a knot, get our feathers ruffled and start our woofing. Kennedy got bit on his paws by some kind of insect in the grass ... now he sits around staring at his feet and legs just waiting ~ day after day, he waits... We call him our paranoid boy!

To be aware is is a good thing, to be on guard in the face of danger is a good thing, to learn from the events in life that shape us in a good thing. To be expecting the worst is not such a good thing. To look upon ALL of a certain race or creed because of what some do is not a good thing. My mother was very prejudiced against blacks. I don't know why ... every time I asked her about it, she would just say, "I just don't like them." I wonder what she thinks now that she is in Heaven as she looks down upon me who has friends of every shape, color, and creed. Somehow I think she is smiling at her independent thinking first born...

"Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves:

be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves."

~Matthew 10:16

Father, as I pray this morning I am so aware of what's going on in this world. It grieves my heart to know that some children are being groomed to maim, murder, and be targets in the name of God (whatever God is to different people). Help us to be wise and discerning about what we read, watch, and who we listen to. As your children, help us to reach out and grab on to those struggling mentally, financially, and spiritually. There are times when we are the only kindness a fellow traveler in life sees and experiences. Can we be springboards of peace, love, and benevolence? With the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, I know we can. The news has been so focused on war, perceived acts of war, and the depravity of man. Jesus, I know you are grieved at how far your people have fallen. With each soul that falls in battle whether they are fighting a war or just encumbered by the woes of life, your tears fall. Raise up young men and women who are godly, wise, and have strength in their step and clarity in their purpose. There are times when I am so ashamed of our President and members in Congress and other politicians. What a den of thieves they have become. Politics is dirty business ~ let's clean it up!! Amen!! I pray for those who feel like they are all alone, for the widows and widowers, for the minds of our young ones, for the well being of our retirees facing their senior years... I pray for the release of anxiety for the Harmony's and Kennedy's of this world who are chasing flies and waiting for that next chigger to bite. Move us to action ... loving, lifting, giving.. Amen, Lord Jesus, Amen!

Miss Dottie

NOTE TO READERS: The Internet is a beautiful thing for doing research, finding fabulous recipes, and, of course, Facebook has been loads of fun. So many times, I read a quote and it sticks. This one by Allen Hunt seems appropriate for today:

"When you suffer, you are being conformed to the image of Jesus. When you pray, you are being made holy in the image of Jesus. When you quietly serve a person in need, you are being shaped into the image of Jesus. When you generously give, your heart is being remade into the image of Jesus, our Lord and Savior."

There is no person on earth I would rather be like!!

Now ... I am off to play outside in the dirt ~ Wishing y'all a bountiful, blessed, joyful Saturday. Sunday is just around the corner and I am looking forward to a little toe taping fun, meeting new friends, and hearing a great sermon. Yeehaw!!

There is a time...

June 27, 2014

Dear God,

Well, hello there. Where in the world has this day gone? I got up extra early with the "crew" and did some tidying up outside.

I thoroughly enjoy early morning hours ... give me a hot cup of coffee, a nice cushy chair, and a bird's eye view of the dogren and the gardens and I am a happy camper!

Some time ago, I had gotten an American Flag and was bound and determined to get it up on the cottage. I decided that day would be today. Where there's a will, there's a way is my motto.

I sat down and looked at the parts to put up the flag. It didn't look too difficult. The packet included 4 thingamajigs that didn't look like they would work on solid wood so I threw those away. I eyeballed the holder to the left of the single door and marked the hole positions with a pen. I drilled holes for the screws, put the bracket back up, and screwed the screws in. Ah yes, satisfaction!! The American Flag is now flying and every time I will go in that door, I will think about our fine country.

Today's been one of those days. Ruffy decided to make the kitchen her private bathroom for the day (mop, mop, mop); my jelly didn't jell (??); Zeke managed to make off with a bag of doggie treats (no supper for him, he was stuffed!); I ran out of sugar, whole wheat flour, milk (no car at home); the hose sprang a leak, and on and on. Tomorrow is the Farmer's Market and, although I have been making something every day, I still have a lot to do ... wedding cookies, another batch of doggie treats, and all my labels. My body hasn't been cooperating today and I am aching from head to toe. My mind over pain isn't working like I want it too. I have been doing really, really well lately so I guess I shouldn't complain. My bones may just need a rest. The Farmer's Market is having a big push on July 5 so I need to be set for that.

We sure have had some crazy weather. Usually by this time of the summer, we have had some 100 degree days. It's been quite pleasant and the rain has been wonderful. I did get some spray for my roses to help with the black spot so that's on my to-do list now. My little pixie roses are blooming and they're so cute!! The buds & roses are so tiny. I hope that they will be around until Fall.

Ordinary days can be quite nice. It's days like today that make me stop, smile, and just go with the flow. My little companions have been underfoot following me around wherever I go. I laughed ~ I have a stool in the kitchen that I use to get "things" from the shelves that I can't reach. Anyway, I was sitting on the stool peering in at the doggie treats that were baking and almost done. I looked down and saw ten little eyes staring at me. They were so attentive and I felt like I should have had a book to read to them. Must have been the familiar aroma. "Mom takes those treats out of the oven and if we're lucky she'll give us some when they cool." Couldn't disappoint them ... of course, they each got a savory cookie!

Lord, I know there is a time to work and a time to rest. I know that you lead me along this road of life holding me closely. I am at kind of a strange place. My steps are shorter and I tire more easily these days. My doctor is amazed at my energy level but I think about the energy I had ten years ago and think I should be able to keep up that pace. Maybe, just maybe, I'm not supposed to. Do you think that I should savor my days more and do more of less? (That was a mouthful but I think you get my drift!)

Gosh, I sound like I am 80 don't I. (Smile) I am a busy person ~ always have been. Today, I decided that my to-do list needs to be less each day. It's going to be okay to take a book out in the back part of the garden & take a snooze in between chapters if the mood strikes. It's going to be okay to sip on some tea spiked with mint from my herb garden and stare at the beautiful clouds as they hover. Yes, Father, I think that is what you've been trying to tell me.

Lord, I thank you for my tiredness and pain that remind me that I am going too fast and doing too much. I know I have readers like me that are energizer bunnies on the fast track here and there and everywhere. Help us to slow our lives down to savor each moment. On my drive to WOW on Wednesday morning, I meandered down the country roads every now and then looking upward at the sky. I saw so many faces in those clouds ~ people, your people, needing prayer and uplifting. Just to be able to lift up my brothers and sisters in Christ is such an honor. Fill those needing encouragement, heal those who are sick, unleash your mightiest warriors to come beside those lifting their arms out to you. You are our Savior, the one who redeems our lives day after day. Peace ... may peace come to us all! Amen.

Miss Dottie

NOTE TO READERS: "Instead of saying "I don't have time" try saying "it's not a priority," and see how that feels. Often, that's a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don't want to. But other things are harder. Try it: "I'm not going to edit your resume', sweetie, because it's not a priority." "I don't go to the doctor because my health is not a priority." If these phrases don't sit well, that's the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don't like how we're spending an hour, we can choose differently." ~Wall Street Journal

I read this quote and thought about it a long time today. Life truly is about setting priorities and making time for what's important. There are times when we squeeze the livin' daylights out of every single moment then at the end of our days look back and say, "What happened?"

Life's Lessons

June 24, 2014

Dear Readers,

Fritz Williams said that suffering and joy teach us, if we allow them, how to make the leap of empathy, which transports us into the soul and heart of another person. In those transparent moments we know other people's joys and sorrows, and we care about their concerns as they were our own. Ah yes, I like that...

I had a wonderful conversation with my daughter, Jane, this afternoon. I listened to Katrina sing about the fruits of the spirit and we shared some wonderful thoughts about the seasons of life. I am grateful that we have this open, real relationship and don't have to pretend with one another. We can laugh, cry, disagree, and be silly all in the same conversation!

Ya know, life isn't all a bed of roses nor is it completely filled with thorns. We experience ups and downs and it's not so much about what's going on as it is our attitude. I am normally a very jovial, happy, optimistic lady; however, the move to small town Texas presented me with some some challenges. The older I have gotten, the harder it has been to start over. I missed my family, friends, home, church, and everything about living close to the city. I missed familiarity!

Praise God for my determined nature! I have been on a mission to wholeness and today I felt this sense of calmness and my clarity of thought returning. I was able to feel all kinds of emotion and shred those tapes of "you aren't worthy." The fog has begun to lift, and the dark clouds have moved on leaving me to experience life in a better place. My circumstances haven't changed ... I have changed. 

Looking back I saw that I had very little control over my circumstances other than to do my best to weather the storm. With that sense of being out of control came sadness. I pretended it wasn't there but it was. When darkness descended, my joy was blotted out, buried, seemingly non-existent. When I realized that I was out of gas and completely without joy, I got down on my knees, prayed for clarity, and began to write a "to-do list." Every time I wandered around in a fog, my job was to pull out the list and do something enjoyable or productive towards my goals. S-l-o-w-l-y I began to see beauty around me. I focused on what I could do, not what I couldn't.

Things started to shift when I made the commitment to find direction in my moment to moment experiences. The big picture was way too blurry and complicated but I realized that in each moment I had that mustard seed of faith, clarity, and, a "yes" that showed me my next step. Whether I felt like it or not, my foot went forward not backward. Much to my surprise, I found the groundedness I was looking for ~ the truth in every moment.

For over two years I'd been trying to make things okay, going it alone in my darkness. Believe me, that's not the way to go. "This too shall pass" were empty words to me. I looked into the future, and all I could see was confusion. My negative mind had taken over, and I couldn't see my way out. My trip to visit family in Florida was my aha moment. I felt rested and ready to move forward. I reached out, allowing humility and vulnerability to take a back seat ~ I asked for support. It came in so many beautiful, unexpected ways, but I had to let people know I needed it.

I want you to know that the clouds do part in their own time. The human spirit is resilient and wants to find its way home to wholeness. In time, my spirit will be renewed ~ having gone into the darkness I am finding my way through.

One day last week, I realized that I was happy, and not only was I happy, but I was thriving checking off events, decisions, etc. written on my to-do list. I'd been through the fire and was emerging with doors opening in so many wonderful ways. The sad and frustrated stories in my mind had fallen away, and the emotions that had kept me captive softened. I found I was breathing freely again.

I believe in the lessons of life. I believe in transparency and open communication. Today, the sun was shining and my flowers blooming. It was time to reflect and, today's blog was born ~ the story of my season of darkness. I've come out stronger and wiser knowing that some things just happen; if I knew how to fix "it" I would; feeling bad isn't wrong, it's just part of life; I always need to take care of "self" because "self" matters; I need to drop the pride card and reach out ~ some might not grab your hand but others will; and, most of all, I need to celebrate what I've learned for next time.

Miss Dottie

NOTE TO GOD: Thank you for your divine leadership and guidance ~ the way you supernaturally work behind the scenes not only for my good but for the good of my Readers. Life itself is a miracle and there are precious moments even in the throws of adversity. Thank you for answered prayers ~ for your mighty provision and protection. Help us all to remain teachable, empathetic, and to truly care about each other as we weather season after season. One thing, Lord, help us all to realize that we were put on this earth for a reason not to just take up space. Help us all to realize our purpose in furthering your kingdom here on Earth. For those who have been encouragers, supporters, and the most beautiful angels to grace my life, I am eternally grateful. And, one more thing, please help my Readers to know that I love them and pray for them each and every day. Amen!

Shut up and sit down!

Heroes by Branded

(the music group at church today)

June 22, 2014

Dear God,

I woke up to the pitter patter of rain on the roof of the cottage. What an amazing sound ... I wanted to pull the covers back up over my head but my furry kids had other ideas ... Time TO E-A-T!! They don't like rain so I had an armful of fur as I made my way to the house. A steaming hot cup of coffee was just what I needed to wipe the cobwebs out of my eyes!! I feel like a young sleep deprived mom ~ my pack goes to bed early and wakes up early. We need to get on the same page for sure!!

This morning will be blessed with toe tappin' country music and a preacher that speaks from his Texas heart. I will finish this blog when I get home... (I wonder if I can get in a 30 min power nap before I need to pull on my Sunday best?? Gonna try...) ZZZ you later!

3:00 PM: Well I am disgusted! I had planned to take photos at church today and was all pumped. Wouldn't you know, the battery in my camera pooped out. I did get one photo and next Sunday will do better.

I made a HUGE decision today, Lord. You're not surprised 'cause You knew all along what I was going to do. There are times when I just know what the right thing is to do and to "just do it" seems quite natural.

Anyway, back to my decision: I took the bull by the horns this morning and filled out the paperwork to join the Open Range Cowboy Church. How about that?! It's not always about what I am going to get from church ~ it's about finding a place where I can serve. I met a lady by the name of Nancy and am looking forward to seeing her Wednesday morning at their women's group (WOW). (Sigh) I'm feeling content this afternoon knowing that I now have a heavenly home here on earth.

The group, Branded, led worship today and, I must say, it was like going to a lively country western concert. They travel the world and their music is so soulful. They wrote and recorded the song Heroes and sang it today. There sure was a lot of sniffling going on ~ me included. I just had to share it with You and my Readers. Bless their ministry Lord!!

Reverend Dudley was on fire from the pulpit! There's just something about him and his style of preaching that puts me on the edge of my seat. Is it his no nonsense manner? Is it his larger than life presence up on that stage? I dunno ~ what I do know is that I took notes and plan to follow through on my end.

God, you tell us to shut up, sit down, and listen to You. ("Be still, and know that I am God;" Ps 46:10) Why? Well, in chaos we can't hear what you're saying and we certainly can't wrap our arms around what is happening around us. There are times in the past couple weeks that I've been so busy that when night comes I'm almost too tired to crawl into my bed. I need that stillness, Father. I need that time with You to refuel my tank and check my road map. As I have said many a time, "If I am too busy to put You first in my life, I am wayyyy too busy."

Today's blessings are many and I thank you Lord. I pray that my Readers will find their own church homes where they can raise holy hands in worship. I pray that all of us would remain teachable examining our own thoughts, words, and actions. May our country return to you as our Savior and Redeemer. When I listened to the words of the song, Heroes, I thought about my cousin Jim's son who was killed in action in Afghanistan ... thank you my God for birthing the words of that song through Branded and for touching so many lives through their music. Let us all take some time to be still and listen for the whisper of your voice. As for me, I'm going to light a candle and do some meditating. It's amazing what I hear with my eyes closed and my mind open. Amen!

Miss Dottie  

NOTE TO READERS:  I read this somewhere ~ You can't be one person on Sunday and another on Monday without God knowing it. He checks his pastures every day. You may fool me or even fool yourself but you're not going to fool God. It's "Son"day, a day to rest, worship, and listen to what God has to say about his will for my life and yours in the new week!

For you, my precious Readers, always know that you are cared and prayed for. Feeling like all's right in my world and passing on the love!!

"D"

June 21, 2014

Dear God,

It's late, almost Sunday. I've been missing connecting with you and need to remember that if I am too busy for You, I am too busy ... period! I will be seeing you in church tomorrow and am excited about that.

The days seem to go by faster and faster. I've been trying my best to work each day keeping "work" in balance. I have this tendency to get so focused that I get lost doing one thing which has been baking, canning, and creating. I am enjoying my time in the kitchen preparing for each Saturday Farmers Market. You truly have blessed me with "be back" customers and sell outs. Lord, we just need more people to visit the market. Some vendors are pulling out and heading for bigger markets. Our little town desperately needs to become a destination. Maybe you could put that on your to do list!!?? Thank you.

There's some stuff whirling around in my mind and I'm not even exactly sure how to write all my thoughts and feelings down but I'm going to try. Ahem (clear my throat aka my fingers) ... here goes:

Several weeks ago, I was so sad and I was ready for You to take me home. No, I wasn't suicidal, just really burned out and tired. This crazy journey that started in New Tampa, Florida has taken me on some winding roads and I've been soaking in blessings and encouragement and showing up for life whether I feel like it or not. I've been making plans and sometimes those plans have been interrupted; yet, surprisingly enough, I am gracefully accepting those hiccups as just pesky speed bumps. My mood and thoughts have been elevated and my joy barometer has been shooting up. Yay!!

Over the past year, I have become friends with a woman with the most beautiful smile and spirit. Believe it or not, we met on Facebook through my adoption of Zeke. Our relationship has been like a beautiful flower and I am amazed at how You, my precious Lord have orchestrated our meetings and the encouragement and support we have to offer one another. Today, Kat and her pastor hubby Jay came to support our Farmers Market and me too! She brought me some cookbooks and included a little card. As I shared a snippet of my story with her, tears welled up in her eyes and she said I would understand more of our connection when I read the card. Inside the card was a beautiful gold "D" to wear on a chain. Only the Woman at the Well (me) could understand what You were trying to say to both of us. As for me, I am overwhelmed with gratitude.

Lord Jesus, who are we to even begin to comprehend how you use our fellow travelers to enrich and bless our lives. I pray that my Readers would know that in taking those first steps that they would find joy in the journey. Our pasts become our stories ... our stories move us on to be better people. Serenity and peace comes from forgiveness. Open hearts have room for love. I know first hand, that hurt hearts can be healed by your loving grace. Let us be open to the knowledge of your will for our lives. This night is so dark ~ it almost feels like a cloak about me. I look up from my keyboard and see a light. The light draws me out into the garden and I smile. Even in the darkness there is a dimly lit sense of beauty to be unveiled in tomorrow's light. Bless my Readers, Father, letting them know how much I love them and cherish their faithfulness. Help me be an encourager, a light to brighten the darkness of my fellow man's sadness. Amen!

Miss Dottie

NOTE TO READERS: As midnight draws nigh, I think of the events of the day and wish I could bottle what I am feeling right now. For so long, I retreated into my own world afraid of the very people who could wrap their arms around me and love me. Today, I want to raise my arms and shout. Come on!! The scars are still there but I am not ashamed. Freedom ... pass it on!

Romancing my Lord cowboy style

June 16, 2014

Dear God,

Well, howdy there! After my visit to the Open Range Cowboy Church, I'm feelin' frisky as a new calf just let out in an open air pasture. I'd never been to a cowboy church before. The church itself was beautifully done and I was specially drawn to the rough hewn cross. I felt myself missing a little bit of the more contemporary feel; however, the people were over the top friendly, the music was toe-tapping great, and the sermon meaningful. There was something quite magical about being there and, Father, I ask an extra measure of blessing on Susan and John for inviting us to attend with them. For sure I will do a "be back" next Sunday!!

Ask any Texan about where they live and you'll hear them say, "God's country." These native Texans are born and bred to love all things Texan. There's something very special about that Texas drawl and the love they have for their animals, family, and friends. I took photos yesterday and am so sad that they didn't turn out as I would have liked because I wanted to share them with You and my Readers. (I think you'll get a bit of a taste though with what I did capture) The little buckaroos were absolutely darling in their boots and hats. Talk about an exuberant little bunch!! I also got to meet Miss Landree, the most precious little girl in the world who just happens to have Downs Syndrome. (Another story for another time)

I especially enjoyed the Country Western Music and got tears in my eyes when so many stood and men put their hats over their hearts when they were touched by the depth of the story. The Reverend Gerald Dudley gave a super message on being totally sold out for Christ. I've been meditating on the Woman and the Oil and the Widow who gave her all (Mark 12) ~ wouldn't you know, he touched on the Widow in Mark who gave out of her poverty. Do-do-do-do-do-do... No coincidences, I'm feeling like I'm on the right track and you, God, are confirming my travel pans.

Little is much with You in it for sure. I've been praying for You to open the door to a church where I could grow and worship with fellow believers. I wasn't thinking along the lines of a cowboy church. I had my own ideas of the perfect place to fraternize and worship. I'm laughing, Lord, because I've also learned not to question your leadings and the doors You open. Who am I to question when you tell me ... "There, I want you there."

For sure, I will be headed for the Open Range Church for the next several Sundays. I will head for the WOW group on Wednesday and enjoy the friendships that await me. I wonder, how can I serve?? All I know is that the hugs felt so darn good and the smiles were contagious. There is a reason why the Lord wants us to fellowship with other believers and I've missed that so very much. Being a Sunday morning Christian is great BUT being a Christian is more of a way of being, thinking, and living for me.

Heavenly Father, I thank you for all the churches that echo your messages and for those ambassadors who reach out to shy folks like me. I lift up my Readers to you ~ especially Kelli and Todd who are fighting some mighty big dragons and Dave and Jackie for healing. If it's your will, I pray that you will spread some of your miracle dust on them giving them strength, courage, and wisdom each and every day. Raise up men, women, and children who aren't afraid to raise holy hands and march in your army. Open our eyes and hearts to truth and light. The evil one prowls about wooing and sounding so convincing. I hate that! As we all begin a new week, may the Holy Spirit reside in our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus! Amen...

Miss Dottie

NOTE TO READERS: Trusting in sin for your happiness is like trusting a coyote to guard your steak. ~Kevin Weatherby

Think about that one for awhile. Happy trails today!!

It's Saturday Night

June 14, 2014

Dear God,

I come before you tonight with humble gratitude for all you have blessed me with the past weeks. I cannot begin to even comprehend all that you have in store for me in the coming days and months. Believe me, I am hanging on to my hat 'cause I know I am in for one heck of a ride. Be with my Readers as they experience their own highs and lows. My prayer list grows larger each day as I learn of new needs, new illnesses as well as those still in crisis. Please God, minister to each and every one of those reading my blogs. Allow me to be an instrument of encouragement and light. I truly believe that the best way to get "out of myself" is to get into helping others. I am reminded, as we do for others, it shall be done unto us. (Matthew 7:12) Your heavenly angels are on watch tonight ... let us never forget that!! Jesus, holy Jesus, God in man, man in God ~ our example, our hope knowing you will never leave us nor forsake us. (Deuteronomy 31:6) Amen!

Miss Dottie

NOTE TO READERS:

I am sitting here pondering the events of the past weeks. Who would have thought that my trip to Florida would have such a monumental influence. Loving arms, joyous events, and a sermon by a pastor who would have no idea the impact his message would have on my life.

All I really know for sure is that when God takes me to my lowest lows and I humbly come before him and others, there's something brewing in River City. And, I also know when God moves in my life, he moves mightily!! With sweat running down my brow and my knees knocking I know for sure that my God is working behind the scenes. Sabers are rattling, horses snorting, and infantrymen stand ready to charge with one simple command! 

The parable about the Woman and the Oil has been at the forefront of my mind. I have been living this parable every day meditating on it's message. When I began to take my wares to the Farmer's Market, I knew that God was asking me to use what I had. I did that in week one and had success. Week two I got a little bold and bought more than my budget could afford and my sales were way down. There was that niggling little voice ... "I told you to use what you had and be humble." Okay, okay...

This week, I struggled with whether to keep on going to the Farmer's Market and didn't start preparing until yesterday. I finally cried "Uncle" to my negative thinking wondering if Satan was behind all my defeating thoughts. I prayed and opened my cupboards, freezer, and refrigerator. I set all these items I had out on the counter and opened my cook books looking for recipes that had those specific ingredients. I put "self" on automatic and began to sift, stir, and create. Readers, I could have baked for days. What had I been thinking? By late evening, I took my batch of Mexican Wedding Cookies out of the oven and slumped down in my chair too pooped to pop ... or at least bake any more.

Iris Cottage opened at 8 this morning and by 10:30 I was nearly sold out of everything: bath salts, doggie treats, Mexican Wedding Cake Cookies, and 3 kinds of muffins (Honey-White, Sweet Pecan, Blueberry). In fact, I had several "be backs" which are the sweetest kind of customers! It's funny how the Farmer's Market works ~ I had several come and ask if I was the lady with the wedding cookies because they'd heard how good they were. Same happened with the dog treats. Word of mouth ~ best ever marketing tool!

Before the Farmer's Market opens, I like to go down the rows silently praying for blessings for the vendors and taking photos. I am greeted with smiles and well wishes. I do my shopping for my vegetables and fruits knowing I am supporting those who support me. Thank you Mr. Majestic Farmer for the extra peaches you gave me today!! They won't go to waste.

As an independent strong woman, I've always prided myself on being able to rise to most any occasion and not only survive, but thrive. God hates pride and, I must admit, my pride has always came before a fall. I'd think I had everything covered and wham, I didn't. That being said, this week, I became naked before my family allowing them to see my fears, tears, and hopes. My old tapes of "you're not worthy" continue to haunt me and it is so hard for me to accept gifts and help. I am the giver ... I am the helper. That's been me, period. I've learned though that has made me a prime target for takers and for times of great pain. Oh yes, there will always be those who drain the blood of life then leave BUT once I figured out that it wasn't wrong to stand up for myself, things have begun to get much better. I needed to learn to be more selfish (in a good way).

Tonight, my faithful furry kid, Kennedy, is cuddled close to my side. Since my trip to Florida, he has been paranoid that I am leaving (again). Today, I was only gone a few hours at the Farmer's Market and when I got home he wailed like I've never heard him do before. He has to be touching me ~ even his potty calls are short and zip he is back waiting for us to go back in. From the moment I met Kennedy, he adopted me and together, we've had this mutual admiration thing going. Readers, if you're going to adopt a new pet, don't overlook the ones who might not be the cutest thing around. I cringe when I think that if I'd have gone to look at several dogs, I would not have adopted  Kennedy. It was meant to be.

G'night y'all from Kennedy and me!!

This is my desire

June 13, 2014

Dear God,

Good Morning, my favorite friend in the whole universe! Do you drink coffee or maybe tea? Somehow I don't think watered down wine would be good at this time of the morning. There isn't anything in the Bible that tells me much about you as God so I don't know if you eat or drink at all. I am sure us earthlings keep you mighty busy!

Today is Friday the 13th. Do-do-do-do-do-do... Superstition aside, I'm going to claim this as my "fun in the kitchen" day!

In the kitchen or out of the kitchen, it is my desire to honor You in all I am, in all I do, and all I say. I love this song and hope that as my Readers read through my blog today that they will listen and make the words a part of their day as well. Worship ... for me is an all day thing!

The past few months have been so stressful that my white hair is starting to turn dark in spots. Now that's stressful! I've kicked and screamed and done everything I know how to do to remedy the situation. Oh, it's going to be all right but, still... I'm sure my Readers have felt that way at some point in time. As much as we'd like to be positive, that dark cloud can hover longer than we'd like.

I am usually the rock of the family. Now, I am finding that I need my family to encourage and affirm me through this time. I need to  feel their presence and know that no matter what, I matter. It's been one of those weeks when I've whispered, "Mom, are you there?" "Mom, can you make this better?" A tear rolls down on to my cheek and I remember ~ she's gone. Sobering... It is sad, I never heard my mom say, "I love you" and we had so much unfinished business. Yet, just for that moment in time, I was reaching out just as many do and oh how I miss her.

Yep, today is "in the kitchen day." I will spend the day preparing for tomorrow's Farmer's Market. I will set aside my dark mood and don my apron. I will stir, smash, squish and knead. Yep, I am going to rebel and make my famous pumpkin roll dog treats and several kinds of cookies. I'm going to dance to some funky music and wave my wooden spoon in the air.  Just for Today, I am remembering Kenneth Holmes poem:

Just for today, I will try to live through this day only,

and not tackle my whole life problem

at once. I can do something for twelve hours

that would appall me if I felt that I had to

keep it up for a lifetime.

Just for today, I will be happy. This assumes to

be true what Abraham Lincoln said, that

"most folks are as happy as they make up

their minds to be."

Just for today, I will try to strengthen my mind.

I will study. I will learn something useful.

I will not be a mental loafer. I will read

something that requires effort, thought and

concentration.

Just for today, I will adjust myself to what is,

and not try to adjust everything to my own

desires. I will take my "luck" as it comes,

and fit myself to it.

Just for today, I will exercise my soul in three

ways: I will do somebody a good turn, and

not get found out. I will do at least two

things I don't want to--just for exercise.

I will not show anyone that my feelings are

hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not

show it.

Just for today, I will be agreeable. I will look

as well as I can, dress becomingly, talk low,

act courteous, criticize not one bit, not

find fault with anything and not try to improve

or regulate anybody except myself.

Just for today, I will have a program. I may not

follow it exactly, but I will have it. I will

save myself from two pests: hurry and indecision.

Just for today, I will have a quiet half hour all

by myself, and relax. During this half hour,

sometime, I will try to get a better perspective

of my life.

Just for today, I will be unafraid. Especially I

will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful,

and to believe that as I give to the world, so

the world will give to me.

Father, for all those who are hurting right now, I pray that you would send your mightiest angels to minister, to heal, and to comfort. For Kelli going into surgery, I pray that you would go before her, calming her fears, and giving wisdom and steady hands to the doctor performing this procedure. For Todd, holy Father, minister to him and to his family placing just the right people in their lives at just the right time. He's been on my heart a lot today. I pray that as Christians we would uplift and support one another. This is my desire ... to honor you no matter what. Calm the storms as they rage about me tearing at my clothing and moving the ground out from under my feet. Help us all to move forward knowing that You are there. Jesus, precious Jesus, cover my Readers with a warm blanket of unity and love.

Amen!

Miss Dottie

NOTE TO READERS: "You can dance in the storm. Don't wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. You can do it now. Wherever you are, right now, you can start, right now, this very moment." ~Israelmore Ayivor

I thought about this quote a long time this morning, meditating on every words, every sentence. Tomorrow might be too late, I will dance today and so must you!!




  

Romancing Self

June 10, 2014

Tuesday Evening

Dear God,

Come on in and sit beside me. I want to feel your presence as we chat about my day and pray for Readers across the globe. I want to put my hands in yours and feel your healing grace. I want to look deep into your eyes and see the kindness that wells up from your heart. I just want to be with you!

As you well know, I decided to romance Self today. I'm such a sentimental, soft lady with a tendency to think of everyone else's needs except my own. I go and go until there's no more get up in my go! I can always tell when my romance barometer is low ... I start feeling really lethargic, depressed, and out of sorts. Time to refill my cup!

Can a tomboy girl from Minnesota enjoy the refinement of crystal, lace, bubble baths, and soft music? I would say so!! I love my long skirts, boots, and jeans as much as any Texan does; and, for sure, I love digging in the dirt and rough-housing with my furry kids. However, when the sun sets, it's time to smell those proverbial roses and soften my edges.

I've found that I am not the same woman I was at 25, 35, 45, 55 or even yesterday ... you get my drift! I need to take time to spend with the woman I am today and take a deep meaningful look at the reflection of "moi" in the mirror. As I looked at my reflection before I went to bed last night, Miss Dottie looked more tired than usual and sad. I hated that and began romancing Miss Dottie that moment!

First of all, I wrote "You are special" on the mirror. I filled the tub with my own bath salts creation, lit some candles, and soaked in the essence of flowers and flickering lights. After drying off, I slathered all this good lotion on, dug through my nightclothes, and found a very soft pretty gown to put on. I snuggled down into my bed of fresh linens and pulled the covers up beneath my chin. In my final awake moments, I spent some time with You then drifted off into slumber land. All this ritual may have seemed rather goofy to some; however, I slept soundly and dreams of beautiful meadows filled my head and I woke with a smile.

I called last night "setting the stage." Although I can't take an entire day very often to soothe and romance Self, I can take that hour or so each day to enrich my mind, body, and soul. I know that if I do this on a consistent basis I learn more about the intimate details within me and am able to radiate more love to others. Because You created me, groomed me, and shaped me, I am who I am and that I am is ever growing. The old tapes of "you aren't worthy" need to be erased on a regular basis to give room for Self to blossom. I am fortunate that I have my Woman Cave aka The Cottage as my own little bit of Eden. No arguing, negativity, or meanness allowed!!

Heavenly Father, as I come to the end of this beautiful day of romancing Miss Dottie, I thank you for your goodness and mercy. I pray that grace would be extended to my Readers as they find time to romance their own Selfs. You tell us that we are to love others as we love ourselves (Mark 12:31) and if we are depleted that's hard to do. The more we are filled, the more we have to share. For those who are struggling with self image, I pray that when they look in their own mirrors that they will see who You see ... a beautiful person created specifically for a purpose. I raise holy hands covering my Readers with love and prayer. Amen, dear Jesus, it is so!!

Miss Dottie

NOTE TO READERS: "Once you start recognizing the truth of your story, finish the story. It happened but you're still here, you're still capable, powerful, you're not your circumstance. It happened and you made it through. You're still fully equipped with every single tool you need to fulfill your purpose." ~Steve Maraboli 

Don't keep your Self waiting a moment longer ... Celebrate!!