Enter To Win This Beautiful Print! FREE!!!

Here is the deal for this contest:

  • It will start today, 5-29-12, and will end at Midnight (MST) on 6-5-12.
  • I will announce the winner on 6-6-12.
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I Saw Dude Today

Yesterday, my @CowboyMinistry was working with a colt, named Cash, that he is breaking. He was asking Cash to do some things he has never done before. As I watched the two of them, I got the coolest visual of how someone else is with me.

Cash had a saddle on his back. This is a fairly new concept for him, so he was already a bit nervous, and then @CowboyMinistry asked Cash to step it up. Just a little. He wanted Cash to move with that saddle on his back. Cash was afraid. He showed this by tucking his butt up under himself and getting ready to launch into jumping, kicking, and bucking. He never did, and, at the same time he took his launching stance, Cash began to lick his lips. This is a horse’s way of  saying, “I WANT to be your friend. I WANT to make you proud. I WANT to do what you are asking, but I’ve never been 3 and had a saddle on my back before. I’m afraid. This is all new. I’m trying.”

While all of this is flashing through Cash’s mind, @CowboyMinistry remains calm and speaks in a soothing voice. “Whoa. It’s ok. You’re doing good. Good boy.”

Cash calmed down and, beautifully, did what he was asked!

In my mind’s eye, I saw myself interacting with my friend. The friend that I call Dude and everyone else refers to as God. I was saying to Him, “I WANT to be your friend. I WANT to make you proud. I WANT to do what you are asking, but I’ve never been 35 and a mom of a teenage girl and a 10-year-old boy. I have never had so much responsibility. I have never had to learn so many new things at once. I’m afraid. This is all new. I’m trying.”

And, in my mind, I imagined Dude saying to me, in a soothing voice, “”Whoa. It’s ok. You’re doing good. Good girl.”

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I Won The Lottery! So, Goodbye!!!

Not really. I didn’t win the lottery, and, unfortunately for you, I’m not going anywhere. I just had to get your attention so I could tell you to go read these 5 books:

  1. To be a GREAT parent – Have A New Kid By Friday by Kevin Leman
  2. To have a GREAT marriage – Men Are Like Waffles, Women Are Like Spaghetti by Bill and Pam Farrel
  3. To discover wholeness – Destined To Reign by Joseph Prince
  4. To survive betrayal – Surviving A Shark Attack On Land by Dr. Laura
  5. To keep from losing your ever loving mind - Boundaries by Cloud & Townsend

READ FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I Didn’t Speak Out

The mister shared this with me a few days ago. It kicked me in the gut.

It doesn’t just apply to German pastors or the Nazi era.

THINK.

SPEAK OUT.

 

First they came for the communists,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a Jew.

Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me. … written by Martin Niemöller a German pastor arrested by the Nazis in 1935 for speaking out against Hitler

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Seriously.

People that constantly quote the Bible and use big fancy church words scare the crap out of me.

People that are quick to reprimand others with convenient words from my precious Bible.

People that correct with phrases like “You need to get your heart right” “You shouldn’t feel that way because Jesus is our joy, peace, provider, EVERYTHING” “Stop worrying about that and just
give it to God”, instead of acknowledging that I am having a bad day or going through a rough time.

That is the kind of person that grabbed me as a little girl, got right down in my face, and whispered disgustedly, “Little girls should not wear little boy jeans. I makes them look like they have
parts that they are not supposed to have!”

That is the kind of person that beat me black and blue.

That is the kind of person that has continuously made me feel unloved. Unaccepted. Not good enough. Worthless.

That is the kind of person that, while I was at a church internship, thought it was perfectly fine to borrow my car with a full tank of gas, return it empty, and lamblast me for having no Christian
station presets on my radio.

That is the kind of person I got hate mail from.

That is the kind of person my husband got a death threat from.

That is the kind of person that was totally fine with chewing me up and spitting me out because of the age old issue of “women speaking in church”. The same person that was perfectly fine with me
sweeping and mopping an entire church with a cement floor and cleaning the bathrooms and carrying out huge bags of garbage and taking care of the babies and the kids and doing the church
secretary duties and picking up doughnuts and making coffee for Sunday mornings and helping with the music and organizing events and visiting sick people and people in the hospital and taking food
and supplies to people down on their luck while they stood around jacking their jaw and criticizing my every move.

Some people think I’m a rebel, but I don’t want anything to do with people who act like that. I don’t care what kind of label you slap on them. And seriously. Who would???

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What Do I say Now???

I haven’t written in a while. My heart and my head got messed up.

I didn’t have anything nice to say, so I didn’t say anything at all.

I’m ready to write again, but what do I say now?

I’m still here.

I have battle scars.

I may get knocked down, but I WILL get back up.

I WILL continue to go to war every day.

Fighting for the things I believe in.

The things I stand for.

Some days are tough.

Some days are lonely.

Some days are confusing,

but some days are good.

And, I was thinking…

Who would fight for the things I fight for if I don’t?

Who would say the words I say if I don’t?

Who would stand for the things I stand for if I don’t?

I don’t know. Maybe no one.

So…

What do I say now???

OORAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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A Cryptic Poem

I love you for what you are.
The things you are not, help me to feel less alone.
You have a beautiful heart, even though it’s patched and stitched back together like mine.
You create so many beautiful things.
The world is a little easier to live in because of you.
Don’t let them break you.
Never give in.
I love you for what you are.
I’m grateful to call you friend.

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10 Things That Make Me Feel Unacceptable or Abnormal or Something

Just so ya know, I write what I write so that you know I am real, authentic, and you are not alone…

This is not my journal and I may or may not be having a bad day. I am not mentally unstable. Ok. Well, that might have been a stretch. I am not bitter. I am just a person trying to do this life well and I have real life issues just like everyone else.

  • I am not a morning person
  • I find most Christian music annoying
  • I am lazy when it comes to the “girl jobs”
  • I love the “boy jobs” much more than the “girl jobs”
  • Most people find me overly passionate about the things I am passionate about
  • I don’t like to be “buttered up”. Just give it to me straight.
  • I don’t like to be serious for very long
  • I don’t usually notice people as genders or colors
  • I am willing to go just about anywhere to meet people where they are at
  • I believe I can change the world

 

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