It hardly seems possible...

July 24, 2016
"Son"day

Dear Readers,

Summer has come to North Central Texas. I am out early in the morning accompanied by the Sensational Six, sunscreen, and plenty of water. My gardens have been so fruitful and gifts of plants from friends have given me plenty to repot and care for.

Every year for the past 5 years I have been trying my best to get grass to grow in the back yard. This Spring was no different only this time I put down a layer of special dirt developed especially for seeding new lawns. I prayed over each blade of grass as it peeked out of the ground and watered faithfully. It's been several months and do I have a lush bed of grass? Nope... No wonder my beds get widened each year!! At least I can grow plants. I will fertilize and keep trying ... I'm not a quitter!!

I woke up this morning feeling kind of groggy and foggy. My body and mind were telling me that it would be nice to crawl back into bed and sleep the morning away. My heart was telling me to get up, dress up, and show up at church. I chose the latter. I'm never disappointed when I do what I need to do despite how I am feeling at the moment.

As I walked through the doors of the ORCC, I was greeted by hugs, kisses, and well wishes. As usual, people were asking me how I was feeling. I didn't hesitate ... "I feel great. My back is perfect." It hardly seems possible that several months ago I could barely walk with a cane. It hardly seems possible that I could barely stand for one song and even sitting was painful. Believe me, it hardly seems possible but I remember ... vividly.

What happened? Well, I had 6 shots in my back the first go around, two shots the second go around, and 1 shot in the third go around. That being said, I also had scores of folks praying for me AND when Melissa and Maddie were visiting, they laid hands on my back and I felt the warmth of their hands moving up and down my spine. Lord, you sent an army to heal me ... Dr. C, Dr D, fellow believers, Melissa, and Maddie. Your angels prepared the way for me to serve you and I am grateful. Oh there's the nay-sayers who tell me that the pain will come back. Maybe so, maybe not. In the meantime, I sing your praises and don't take one moment of pain-free days to keep me from doing what the Lord would have me do.

This morning was extra special. My pal Bud, the harmonica man, told me that he is to start radiation next Wednesday. As he was telling me, I took his hand and as he talked, I was praying. Chills went up and down my arms and tears fell down my cheeks. I wanted for him what I experienced. I wanted him to be free of any sign of cancer. His faith moves me and I watch him as he plays for the Lord each Sunday as part of the Open Range Band. He can no longer play a banjo but oh Lordy can he ever blow that harmonica.

The love I have for my brothers and sisters in Christ is real. It hardly seems possible that only a couple years ago I was feeling so lonely and empty. When I was praying about a move here, I had no doubt that it was something God was leading me to do. Believe me, there were plenty of times that I doubted my choice. Just when I was about to pull the plug, God interceded and took me down a country road to a Cowboy church where I found friendship, love, acceptance, and grace. I desperately needed that and that very first day there, I knew why God planted me here. It hardly seems possible but here I am.

My precious Readers, today Pastor Dudley prayed for forgiveness of self. It's so hard when those old tapes that whirl around in my subconscious say, "You are unworthy." I know there are some of you who can relate. I lived a shame based life for so long and I missed out on so much. I know that I took my shame and layed it at the cross yet it's like that bundle has had wheels to follow me. Childhood trauma does that. I remind myself that I am a daughter of the King. I do deserve to be cherished and cared for. I do deserve goodness and mercy.

Tonight, the whirrrr of the air conditioning and fan are comforting. The Sensational Six are gathered about my feet and Zoe is snoring up a storm. The darkness is beginning to fall like a curtain over my gardens and the lights lining the path are beginning to shine. Another day is coming to a close and I feel such peace.

So long ago...
Special time of prayer with my granddaughter

Dear Father in Heaven, I thank you for your healing and the gift of precious brothers and sisters in Christ who make up my life. I am moved to tears as I read down the prayer list of the church, the requests of prayers from Facebook friends, and those that You put on my heart. I ask for your mighty hand to be present as lives are lived, healed, and lost. I think of the verse in Job (1:21) that says, "...The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord." I pray for an upcoming court case. Please Father, I ask that you bring forth truth, light, and goodness for the children involved and strength for a distraught father. The Republican National Convention has wrapped up and the Democratic Convention is about to begin. There too, place your hand on those involved. Throw light on dark corners exposing evil and protect those who would be harmed because they are exposing secrets. Have mercy on your people. You are the great I AM. You are all powerful and move mountains. I rest in the shadow of your wings. In your son's name I pray as your servant,

Miss Dottie

PS "Grace is mentioned 170 times in the King James Version of the Bible, beginning with 'Noah found grace in the yes of the Lord' (Genesis 6:8). Jesus never used the word grace. God left that for Paul and the apostles, but it you want to describe grace in one word, it is Jesus. Grace (Jesus) is the answer for our guilt and failure. Grace (Jesus) is the strength we need to cope with life. Grace (Jesus) is the promise that gives us the hope that keeps us going." ~~Barbara Johnson, Daily Splashes of Joy

Always remember you are loved and prayed for ... YA YOU!!

Don't Tell Me...

July 13, 2013
Wednesday

Dear Lord,

You and I had some business to attend to this morning didn't we? I shut my eyes and imagined You sitting at the right hand of your Dad and the Holy Spirit. That was enough to marvel at and know I was pleading my case before the right folks.

It's a hot day here in N Central Texas. When I go outside, it almost takes my breath away and I start sweating and my heart tends to beat faster. Whoa, makes me sure not want to go to hell and live in the fires of evil. I just know that when I get to see You in person, I will feel such joy that I won't be able to contain myself. I can talk to a door knob but I bet I will be speechless just walking through those pearly gates. The weather is going to be just perfect!! Big puffy clouds ... Miss Dottie planting flowers... I can only imagine!

You know Lord, we live in times of social unrest and evil. The media makes sure their coverage is "sensational" (I almost used the word "sinsational" because that would be more like it) and makes us upset and ready to do battle. The gorrier their photos and words, their ratings go up. Most times they don't cover the whole story and we jump to conclusions. Hmmm. Human nature, I guess. Depends on what they want us to feel.

You are a God of Truth. Your Word is truth and it's there in black and white sprinkled with some red depending on which Bible I read. The Ten Commandments are pretty simple but good grief, we sure can make them complicated making sure they fit with our own ideals and moral compass. No wonder the Left wants to take them down. They're a reminder of what is wrong with our country and our lives.

I've always wondered why people are afraid of hearing truth. There are some that say, "Don't tell me, I only want to hear good." Others take someone else's words as gospel. As far back as I can remember I could deal with truth even if it wasn't what I wanted to hear ~ it's the dishonesty that makes my dander smolder. You know, I've kept prayer journals for years so I could remember the reality of that day because so often we tend to remember things with rose colored glasses.

For so long, I had huge blanks of days, weeks, months, years in my life. It took me months of childhood trauma counseling to remember even a few things. I simply wanted to know. My counselor told me there was a reason I couldn't remember and that as I could accept truth, God would reveal it. Photographs have helped me ~ asking friends and family to fill in blanks helped me ~ writing with my non-dominant hand helped me.  I now know that in times of stress I am prone to panic attacks that resemble heart attacks. Today, I know the triggers and tend to move myself to a safe place rather than go where my heart is threatened.

Yes, tell me, Lord. I want to be teachable; I want to be walking in the light; I want to listen and truly "hear" what you have to say; and, most of all, I want to be a living example that others could see You through me. 

Today at Walmart the police were busy. Two young men were in handcuffs ~ one was pulled out of a car and another was being led out of Walmart towards the same car. This feeling of sadness came over me and I wondered what they had done. You know, don't you?? Were they hungry? Were they needing money to support their families? Did they have a habit they couldn't afford? Whatever they had done, they need you, Jesus.

As Dallas buries five fallen officers, I ask that You sustain those left behind that are in shock and mourning. We must remember this Father ... we must spread the word of how Dallas responded to a tragedy. The police have a job to do in putting together the pieces. Police Chief David Brown needs prayers of strength and wisdom to lead his officers in spite of this horrific tragedy.  Even the tone of the protesters has changed. Help us to keep this sense of unity going bringing peace to our state.

Some people call Texas "God's Country." Others say they live in the Bible Belt of Conservatism. All I know is that You put me here and this has become my home. I love the sweet sound of love, laughter, and camaraderie that spills over as we greet one another as well as strangers. Hi y'all is music to my ears. I've even gotten used to being called honey, sweetie, and darlin' by complete strangers.

And, might I add:
quick to justify evil people

Well, I told you I could ramble on and on about this and that. What I really want to ask is that You pour out wisdom and discernment on our state and nation. We've got some nasty lying thieves in Washington who have (and still are) lined their pockets at the expense of the citizens of this country. In your infinite majesty clean house exposing the evil. Even more than that, let's stop this business of "don't tell me." Protect those who have been threatened with their lives, jobs, and harm to their families. Let us hear from bold men and women who are willing to come forth. Oh dear, You say we won't believe them? Well, if enough tell the truth, we will.

I know many of my Readers would probably rather I write about decorating, gardening, or the Sensational Six but You've put these things on my heart. I've always prayed to be an instrument as I write and that keeps me humble. You are my rock, my teacher, my redeemer. You took a frightened lost woman and gave her a voice that has echoed out to places I've never heard of. You took a quiet woman who felt unworthy and gave her a sense of being your royal daughter.

Thank You for listening and I can hardly wait to see and hear what You're going to do in our nation. Amen!!

Miss Dottie

PS  My dear Readers,

As I was praying today James 2:14-17 came to mind. "What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them? Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, 'Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,' but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead."

Please join me in being aware of our brothers and sisters needs. To simply say, "I will pray for you" doesn't fill an empty belly, comfort a broken heart, or clothe a naked body. Reach out and touch a life ~ be a blessing not a curse.

Always remember that you, my Readers, are loved and prayed for. It's time to get off our beloved assurances and know the real story we are being fed. You will NEVER regret it!

I do not identify with the sheeple

Joey+Rory, In the Garden

July 11, 2016
Monday

Dear Readers,

My favorite song is In the Garden and I love to hear Joey+Rory sing it. Since Joey is now with the Lord, it means even more. I hope you will listen to it as you read today's blog.

I said a little prayer today and walked awhile in the garden. I looked about me and wondered how a place could hold this much beauty while the world outside was in such turmoil. I had no answers. The reality of the past days seemed so surreal. I sat down and immediately Kennedy jumped up in my lap and put his nose under my hand. Love is simple to him ~ it just is.

Readers, you may get tired of hearing me say this but I attend an awesome church. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I have grown in the past couple years. Last Sunday, I was wondering what the tone would be. I shouldn't have wondered because William and the Band, Miss Kitty, Pastor Pinner, and Pastor Dudley TOOK US TO CHURCH and, oh my goodness, all that PLUS two baptisms had us rockin' in the spirit!!

Pastor Dudley cited Psalm 139:23-24:

Search me, God, and know my heart;

test me and know my anxious thoughts,

See if there is any offensive way in me,

and lead me in the way everlasting.

Let's play the game of "what if:"
What if every person on earth woke up and repeated that psalm?
What if we examined our own hearts and thoughts before reacting in blame and anger?
What if we realized our own actions in relationships?
What if we followed Jesus' example in the New Testament?
What if we protested without violence?

Let's play the game of "then:"
Then we would have love and wisdom in our minds and hearts.
Then we would become better individuals.
Then we would improve our relationships with others.
Then we would act out of understanding and love.
Then our protests would be made without anger and hurting others.

Pretty simple? Yep. Too bad all of us aren't taught that at home because that usually where all this hate begins. What our children see and hear becomes the springboard to their view of others and the world around them.

That particular psalm has been with me a very long time. When I attended Alanon, our very wise leader talked about this subject often. We would come to a meeting complaining about the alcoholic and moaning and groaning about our lot in life and she would turn it around and ask us if we were working on our own defects of character ~ our own program of wellness. That would stop the grumbling and we could move on to a more productive meeting of examining our own behaviors and ways to live better lives. That season of time at the Green House on Parker Road was my own springboard of living and thinking

The events of the past year (political, global, racial) have made me really examine my own values and what I do each day. I can spread truth and light OR I can allow others to lead me. I'm much to much of an independent thinker to be a sheeple. I would prefer to tell you why I believe as I do rather than just rag on how bad someone or something else is. There is a better way. I can hate what is going on in the world, speak my mind, and pray that hearts would be changed, eyes opened, and evil eradicated. (That's the Jesus way) One day at a time, one step forward...

All this being said, we always have the right to choose. We may be brought up in homes where hate is the name of the game, life may not be fair, and getting out is a treacherous path. IF we choose God's way, our paths are directed and lighted. No, pulling up and out is NEVER easy; but, it is possible. I know because I fight my own childhood battles each and every day. Bitter or better, what do you choose? I chose better.

"...But as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD." ~ Joshua 24:15

Lord, your way is the right way. Our sinful natures often choose anger, bitterness, estrangement, blame, and resentment. Where does that lead us except into further darkness. Help us to open our eyes to the way, the truth, and the light. Move mightily in our country to overcome evil with good. Where there has been hurt and anger, heal in ways that only You can. As I look up into the beautiful sky void of storm or cloud, I am reminded that You are in control. Help us not to be stubborn, caught in our own distorted thinking. Instead, let us all remain teachable. Let us become untied under Your wings and share that peace with all we encounter. Protect our peace officers as they do their duties. Let us remember that we are all human and are subject to human error. Rise up oh men/women of God, defend our rights of religious liberty before they disappear. Let us not see evil with rose colored glasses and relinquish our moral ethics. Thank you for being the author of redemption and grace. I sign off as your servant...

Miss Dottie

PS  The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? Psalm 27:1

A Better Tomorrow

For A Better Tomorrow

Saturday
July 9, 2016

Dear Readers,

It's me, Miss Dottie, blogging away in hot hot HOT N Central Texas. As much as I love where I live, July and August are not my favorite months. Day before yesterday, I went to Waco with my neighbor and the temperature gage on my car registered 103 degrees. Felt like I was back in Yuma, Arizona!

I am very grateful for air conditioning in my car, the house, and cottage. I usually have the fan going in the cottage and have 6 pups laying on my bed basking in the cool air. They are so funny and always bring a smile to my soul when days of tragedy seem so dark and foreboding.

Thursday night a peaceful protest was being held in Dallas. Towards the end of the protest, shots began to ring out and people were running for their lives. In the end, 12 police officers had been shot, 5 fatalities. What I could consider a good thing (freedom of speech being exercised by a group wanting change) was turned into a solemn situation. They were protesting the treatment of blacks by the police. Strange that the very officers they were protesting against were there to protect them when shots were fired and began to ricochet.

The Dallas police chief and mayor were on TV Friday morning; and, I must say, I was so proud of them and our city. There was a prayer service at Thanks-Giving Square at noon. I wish I could have been there but was tuned in and on my knees.

Hate begets hate; love (most times) begets love. I have a warriors heart and march for the rights of ALL people to have the right to freedom and peace. I march for truth and for the unjust to face a trial of their peers. From the time they could understand, I encouraged my children to speak up and not be afraid to fight for their rights as individuals. They always have and I am proud of them for that.

You know who the biggest divisive force is in our country? The media. I was talking with my neighbor as we motored to Waco and we were sharing the news of the day. She was very angry about a report she'd heard on the news. When she was done venting, I asked her if she had heard the "whole" story and she admitted she hadn't. I knew the story behind the story and it was nothing like had been reported. I relayed the story from beginning to end. She didn't believe me. Truth be known, we hear what we want to hear based on our own perceptions.

I've been thinking about this a lot over the past few days. We are born into a specific family and culture which shapes our view of what is true and normal. We grow up learning about love and hate ~ justice and injustice. A lie becomes truth if repeated enough.

My perceptions have changed so much over the years simply because I have lived in different parts of the country and have experienced different cultures. I'm a seeker of truth and have found that even truth has layers. What is true in Hillsboro, TX may not be true in Glenwood, MN. That being said, I've learned to learn, listen, then speak.

And He who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit,

because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.

And we know that God works all things together for the good of those who love him and are called according to His purpose.

Romans 8:27-28

God can turn tragedy into triumph. It all depends on how we view the road blocks in our lives and where we invest our energy. All I know is that hatred and anger displayed in a violent manner does not help a cause. There are good people and not so good people. If you have a criminal record (black, white, yellow, red) you're going to be on a watch list on somebody's computer. Simple as that. Miss Dottie says, "Keep your nose clean and remember all choices have consequences."

Dear Lord, I thank you for this day and for the coming together of the city of Dallas to celebrate the lives of officers lost in the line of duty. May this be a spring board to better understanding between all people. May the prayers offered up at Thanks-Giving Square be a way of mending the wounded spirits. Father, we need you in our lives to help us discern evil from good, to recognize truth not as the media reports but in knowing whole stories before we jump to judgement. Bring peace to our nation through understanding. We are either part of a problem or part of a solution ~ help us to know the difference. I pray for my Readers today. Open their hearts to what You have taught us. Help us to minister to those less fortunate and get out of our entitlement mind set. Let us all bring our offerings to you whatever they may be. In Jesus holy name I pray as your servant...

Miss Dottie

PS The person you will be in 5 years is based on the books you read, the groups you favor, and the people you surround yourself with today. Choose wisely.