Google Search


Prairie Grove

Friday, October 13, 2017

Starting Over...

Starting Over....

I'm 36 years old.... (37 in November but who is counting?)  I never imagined I would be starting over at this point in my life.  Ten years ago I would have been horrified to see where I am today.  However, as I type this post on Friday, October 13th 2017 I am not full of dread imagining the work I have ahead of me.  Instead I have hope and faith.  
"Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."
I have hope that no matter what my future holds or the obstacles in my path that through Faith in powers beyond my comprehension, I will prevail.  My goals are not to seek fortune or fame.  I aim only for peace.  Peace for my soul, for my children and my partner in this life.  We don't always get to choose who walks the narrow road with us.  I believe fate guides us to kindred spirits who will share the journey.  Through good times and bad, those who are by my side are dear to my heart and I will move Heaven and Earth to see them happy and content.
Their happiness is my happiness.  So, starting over isn't so awful.  It will be a great adventure.  I'm ready to work for it.  I'm ready to battle. "For we know all things work together for good." 
I'm ready to work for good, to strive for greatness, to promote love and peace.  
Here I am... Starting Over.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Pinto Bean...

We found the perfect addition to our family.  Meet Pinto Bean... Yes Emily has a unique taste in doggy names.  She says, "We have Paco Taco Enchilada Horn and Pinto Bean Tortilla Horn... Put them together and they make a burrito." Haha.  We still miss our little Guido and we will never forget her.  Little Pinto has helped ease the sadness.  We're blessed to have her.

Sunday, July 08, 2012

From My Broken Heart...

When I was a young child I had the ugliest black mutt name Crocket.  I loved this dog.  My mom would never let him come in the house because he was stinky and dirty.  He would follow me all over town as I rode my bike here and there.  He would wait for me at the pool and the library.  He was the best.  One day he just disappeared.  I used to sit and imagine I could see him off in the distance and he'd run into my arms and we'd be together again but that never happened.  My heart was broken that he had gone away... but over time my heart healed...

When I lived in Las Vegas, Nevada I had this awesome dog named Skippy.  She wasn't quite the mutt Crocket was but she wasn't a special breed.  I used to strap on my roller blades and put a leash on Skippy and she would haul me all over the neighborhood.  That was so much fun.  We moved to Pahrump and during my early teen years I was quite rebellious and ran away from home late one night.  Unbeknownst to me... Skippy tried to follow me and I never saw her again.  My heart was broken that I had lost such a friend... but my heart healed...

When I lived in Louisburg, Missouri we had a wonderful black lab named Duchess.  She was amazing.  She lived to fetch.  She would chase anything, a rock, ball stick.... She would even dive into the water to retrieve whatever you threw for her.  One afternoon while target practicing my brother and his friend accidentally shot her.  She just came out of nowhere right as they were shooting their target.  Once again I was so sad... but my heart healed...

A few years ago my lovely sister Misty gifted us with a beautiful little dappled dachshund we named Guido.  She was absolutely the sweetest little dog you've ever seen.  She was a perfect friend for our other dachshund Paco.  She had the most beautiful big blue eyes and she was a special friend for my daughter Emily.  That little dog would burrow under the covers with her at night.  They were two peas in a pod...

Thursday afternoon we left the house to go to the library and the post office.  We took both our little doggies and put them outside on their leashes to have some bathroom time while we were gone.  We left about 3:00pm and came home about 3:30pm.  I hollered for the kids to let the dogs in as I was getting out of the car and I heard my son Logan ask, "What is wrong with Guido??? She's just laying there..."  I panicked... Instantly I thought "heat stroke."  It has been unbelievably hot the last few days.  Both of our dogs leashes are in an area where they have access to shade, water and their dog houses.  Guido's leash had wrapped itself around a tuft of grass and she was in the sun.  She was such a small dog that she wasn't strong enough to pull the loop off the grass it was caught on.

As I ran up to Guido the leash wrapped around the grass was the first thing I noticed.  I looked at her and she was laying there, her eyes were open and her tongue was hanging out.  I bent down and took her collar off and ran my hand down her side to see if she was breathing.  She moved so I snatched her up and ran inside.  She began to jerk around in my arms as I put her into the bathtub to get some cold water on her.  I was rubbing her and crying and begging God to please not let this little dog die.  All I could think about was my daughter I had to save this dog for my daughter.  I kept yelling for Emily to get out of the bathroom because I just didn't want her to see Guido like this.  I tried for about 5 minutes to breathe into Guido's mouth, rub her... I didn't know what to do... I just wanted her to live.  Finally I realized she was gone.  I sat there and just cried.  My kids were all crying too.

As I sat holding Guido I noticed she had what appeared to be fresh bruises all down her left side.  At this point there was a knock on our door and poor Bobby Heard from the parks department showed up to deliver my council packet.  The kids and I were all crying and I came to the door holding my dead dog... just crying and telling him how sorry I was that we were all worked up right then... and asking him if he knew anything about dogs??? But she was already passed.... There was nothing we could do.

I felt awful thinking Guido could have died of heat stroke but I also couldn't imagine that it could happen so quickly.  I got online and began to look up the signs of heat stroke and what happens when a dog suffers from it.  I even called the vet and described her bruises and what had happened.  The vet and the information I found online say she did not die from heat stroke and the bruises on her side were troubling me.

After many phone calls to anyone I could think of that might know something about dogs we ruled out heat stroke.  We suspect someone did something to our little Guido to cause her death.  She was not near the road and you would have had to pull a car practically into my back yard to run her over... and she would have been bleeding from that I would think...  It's possible someone walking by may have kicked her but I can't fathom why someone would do such a thing.  We will never know what happened.

So now I go back and forth in my mind wishing I had left our dogs inside when we left home.  Feeling guilty that maybe it was heat stroke... and feeling sorrow for my daughter whose lost her best friend.  Our other dog Paco is a lost soul as well.  He wanders from room to room looking for his Guido and she is gone.  My heart is broken.  I'm praying for it to heal.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-4
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...  A time to be born and a time to die... a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted...  A time to kill and a time to heal... a time to break down and a time to build up...  A time to weep and a time to laugh... a time to mourn and a time to dance...

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Parable of the minivan...

Who are you?

Picture a city street on a hot summer day.  The pavement is scorching hot, traffic is heavy.  Suddenly you hear tires screeching and people screaming.  From the sounds and panic you witness you can only assume there’s been an accident.  It happened up ahead of you and you did not witness exactly what took place.  You rush to the scene.  As you arrive you witness a group of bystanders on the sidewalk.  You assume it is safe to stand in this crowd to gather information about the scene in front of you.  What you see is a sight to behold...  A minivan with a family of four is overturned in the road.  You see people gathered around the vehicle… they appear to be trying to lift it… Their faces are strained from the effort. 

“What’s going on?” you question those standing nearby.  From all the voices sharing information at once you gather that a speeding car ran the red light and struck the minivan so hard it flipped and now rests there in the road.

Still confused you ask another question.  “Why are those people in the road trying to lift the van?”  More than one person try’s to answer you at once.  It is hard to gain a solid understanding of what they’re saying as they all try to speak at the same time.  You come to the conclusion that the people in the road believe a small child is being crushed by the van.  The bystanders are unsure of this but one of the people in the road says they witnessed the accident and is trying to persuade others to help lift the van.  The bystanders on the sidewalk are unconvinced.  Some say,  “it’s hot… I’m too tired.”  Some are busy taking pictures to post on Facebook.  Some are complaining that they’re being made to stay to give a police statement since they witnessed the accident.  You ask one of them if they also saw a child being crushed by this van.  The response you get is horrifying.  “Yes that is true but there’s nothing you can do about it… It’s too late to save the child and if it weren’t it would take too many people to lift that van.  It can’t be done…”

You start to step out into the road to answer the calls for help from those who are lifting with all their might.  Another person grabs your arm and distracts you with talk of there being no child under there…  “Don’t get your clothes dirty, the police can take care of it… it’s their job not yours.”  This sounds enticing… it is very hot… the work does look very tiring…  Besides some say there is no child under there… Maybe they’re right.

What will you do?

The child pinned under the car is our country.  The United States of America!
The van is our government crushing the life out of our country, out of the people.
The people in the road trying to lift the van are registered votes actively trying to make a difference.
Those standing on the sidewalk are all the rest… the ones who say one vote doesn’t matter… the one’s who don’t believe they can make a difference…

Do you want to live free?  Why don’t you vote?  Do you want to stop the socialist agenda of making everyone equally poor?  Why don’t you vote?  Do you want to preserve a country that is a place where your children can pursue their dreams?  WHY DON’T YOU VOTE? 

Social Services offices register their “clients” to vote.  Millions of people cast their vote based on who is going to keep “giving” to them free what you and I work to earn.  Take it back! Take it back with your vote.  One vote DOES make a difference! One vote cancels out one from the other side.  Please consider this and register to vote and then get out and vote.  PLEASE join us in the road.

Friday, June 01, 2012

"Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days." Ecclesiastes 11:1

"We must not expect to see an immediate reward for all the good we do; nor must we always confine our efforts to places and persons which seem likely to yield us a recompense for our labors.  The Egyptian casts his seed upon the waters of the Nile, where it might seem a sheer waste of corn.  But in due time the flood subsides, the rice or other grain sinks into the fertile mud, and rapidly a harvest is produced.  Let us today do good to the unthankful and the evil.  Let us teach the careless and the obstinate.  Unlikely waters may cover hopeful soil.  Nowhere shall our labor be in vain in the Lord.

It is ours to cast our bread upon the waters; it remains with God to fulfill the promise, "Thou shalt find it."  He will not let His promise fail.  His good word which we have spoken shall live, shall be found, shall be found by us.  Perhaps not just yet, but some day we shall reap what we have sown.  We must exercise our patience; for perhaps the Lord may exercise it.  "After many days," says the Scripture, and in many instances those days run into months and years, and yet the Word stands true.  God's promise will keep; let us mind that we keep the precept, and keep it this day."

~Charles H. Spurgeon

I was encouraged by these words.  The Lord has given me work to do and I'm so very glad to roll up my sleeves and work!  It feels good to be useful and to know that one day God will give the increase and I will be part of His harvest.  :)  Look around... there's lots or work to be done.  Jump in and help.

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Guilty Guido...

I walked by my sweet daughters bedroom door this evening and thought it was odd that she would chain her dog up in her bedroom.  

Upon further investigation I discovered this...  Emily explained to me that she had set the chair there, outside her window... so that Guido could see inside when she was outside...

Have you ever seen a guiltier face?...

Custom Search