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Our Unplanned Friday, June 3, 2011

2011-06-09T19:28:00.000-07:00

Our Unplanned Friday

Dear Ones, thought I’d take few minutes this afternoon and share with you some of the in creditable things that God has done recently in Sherry’s life. As most of you know Sherry was adopted as a baby and after 911 she made an effort to discover her birth mother and possibly any siblings she may have. Her results were bitter sweet, but mostly sweet. Her birth mother had passed away in 1991, but in this search she discovered her birth mother’s obituary which revealed one half sister and two half brothers. I was delighted when she immediately phoned me and shared this good news. This was a subject we had discussed often in our growing-up years. I was almost as excited as she was to get in contact with these three siblings she had always longed to find.

Since that discovery, almost 10 years ago, she and her sister, Janis, have stayed in touch and have had several visits through the years. Also, in touch with both brothers, Buddy and Mike. She always told me that since I didn’t have any brothers or sisters, that if she ever found that she did, she’d share them with me. She’s my true friend, because that’s exactly what she has done. What a blessing for me. She is still praising God for emails and internet to help make her search successful.

Last Friday, June 3rd, Sherry enjoyed the company of her entire family as they gathered together for the very first time. We can’t even refer to this gathering as a “Reunion”, but maybe it is better referred to as a “Union”. That bond between these four beautiful children was finally accomplished. I was so very privileged to witness this blessed gathering. One thing that was most clear was this was a “God Thing”, not of our making, but of His will as the pieces for this special day began to fall together Thursday afternoon and then see the reality on Friday afternoon. My eyes fill with tears right now as I reflect on watching these four try to take in all that they were feeling as they were finally together.

Those present were Buddy (69), Janis (66), Mike (64) and Sherry (63); others present were Zora (Buddy’s wife), Lilly (Mike’s wife), Richard (Sherry’s husband), Jennifer & Justin (Mike & Lilly’s oldest daughter and her husband), Chandra & Coy (Sherry’s daughter and her boyfriend) and me. We all loved seeing Chandra and Jennifer discover they were cousins.

Sherry continues to hang tough, although her jaw pain is what seems to be most uncomfortable for her. Hospice plans to help her arrange for that area to be radiated in hopes it will shrink the tumor and lessen her pain. As she explains, she will go off hospice just while she undergoes these radiation treatments and then go back to the hospice care.

Just go to Picasa.com and download the file to establish a Picasa account to view these pictures if you don’t have one. You can view these pictures or download the entire file or only the ones you want to save. Thanks to all of you that have reached out to Sherry. You have encouraged her beyond measure.

I’ll keep all of you posted on how the radiation goes. Please continue to lift her up in your prayers. I love how God chooses to answer, last Friday was good example!

"A Glimpse of Heaven"

2010-07-01T10:52:00.000-07:00

Did you know you can get a glimpse of Heaven while still here on Earth? Well, I did Sunday night! Let me tell you how it happened.

Sunday night I was privileged to attend what was termed a “Preach Fest” at our church. Each preacher was allowed 10 minutes to bring a message. These men were told to bring their best – and so they did! It was exciting as that hour was molded truly by God himself. There were preachers of a different race, but all of the same Spirit. Now I ask you, “How Cool Is That?” There were soft spoken preachers and loud preachers and one or two in between. Yes Sir, there was a lot of Amen-ing going on. Praise the Lord for such Unity of the Body. It would be hard to stay quiet in a setting such as this! One preacher even brought his own choir. It was mostly a black choir with lots of excitement. Right in the middle of his message the music director with this choir began to play the keyboard and that seemed to really pump this preacher up to preach harder. It was quiet an experience!

It was clear the message that God was wanting us to see, hear and experience – was Heaven is Real and it will be inhabited by many “Christians” from various ways of worshipping. I just say “wow”, bring it on God. Let me love my brothers and sisters in the Lord in ways that make You smile. I know Father God that you were smiling that night as you looked down on our little gathering and You saw with Your eyes the sweetness and love flowing up to You. You are Lord of lords. You fill us with Your Grace that we can worship You and You alone in Truth & Thanksgiving. Several times I heard it preached that night that only what we do for Your Son, Jesus will matter. Thank you Father for such an opportunity as that night when we were shown just a little glimpse of Heaven and what eternity with You will be like.

In Your Precious Son, Jesus I thank You over and over again.

The Missing Wedding Ring

2010-06-24T19:59:00.000-07:00

“Oh No, Honey, have you seen my wedding band?” Those were the words I heard last night just as we were getting ready for bed. I remembered it being on the end table along with his other ring Sunday afternoon. The gold makes his finger itch when our allergies are raging, so he had removed both rings and left them on the end table.

Monday arrived and so did the grandchildren. Can you imagine how fascinating little 3 & 7 yr. old girls find jewelry to be? Well, I do and as we searched before retiring, I knew in my heart that it had become an object of play and perhaps had been tucked away somewhere else in the house. Our searching continued this morning, but to no avail. We were both thinking that surely it would show up, but when we had both exhausted all the typical places it may have been placed, I began to think, well it’s really lost this time, but I’ll ask God for some help if it could be found.

As I settled down this afternoon with a good book, our phone rang and it was our precious daughter-in-law asking if Papa’s ring was misplaced. God is good! She had surprisingly found Papa’s ring in the 3-yr olds little purse. The purse had been carried home and casually tossed on her bed. Then as mom was making her bed the purse fell between the bed and wall. As she removed it from its hiding place and tossed it to the floor to finish making the bed, the ring popped out onto the floor. Oh My, whose ring is this she asked, as the 3-yr old replied. “It’s Daddy’s”. No Honey, it’s not Daddy’s, I think it might belong to Papa. Tonight when we met and I retrieved the ring, that sweet little face, with those great big eyes looked at me in the most sincere way and said. “Grandma, I’m sorry”. All is well in our household once again, thanks to God and His way of helping us in our dilemmas. We serve an awesome God that takes away confusion and restores order in our lives.

I praise God for all He does for me daily. Like the song says, “Without Him I Would be Nothing”!

Sometimes Serving God is Tough

2010-06-14T09:36:00.000-07:00

I am one of those folks that want to always think the best of someone whenever possible, so why is this happening to me? Since becoming a Christian, I’ve always been taught that if we have talents we should use them to glorify the Lord. We should not hide them under a bushel; we should let our light shine and also our talents. If we let our light shine and use our talents in a way to glorify the Master it will be another way we can serve Him, our Lord and Savior.

For Vacation Bible School (VBS) this year I offered to shoot some video clips, edit, and deliver to our church staff in final form on a DVD so that it might be a better record of what our program was like for 2010 with the hope that it would be used to show our fellowship of how God used His resources to reach His little children in our area. I asked ahead of time of my pastor and music director to make sure I would not be stepping on someone else’s area of responsibility during VBS. All was agreeable. I had great joy in shooting the actual footage along with a few stills that were incorporated into the final effort. I had learned that Thursday night would be “Parents Night” and I was excited about all that I had been able to accomplish by long hours at my computer on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. My pastor took the time Thursday morning to view the DVD I had handed him. I was delighted when he made a special effort to thank me in the most sincere terms and praised me for my talents and efforts. My heart began to sing and as I thought of the computer glitches I had experienced the night before trying to get a copy burned. It was God and prayer that got me through. I praise God for His help and I still do.

I looked forward to Thursday night with great anticipation of how my efforts in the DVD would be perceived and prayed that those watching would feel the same as my sweet pastor and would find it to be a blessing. Thursday night arrived and the moment came when suddenly I realize that it was not my video that was about to be shown, but instead it would be just a power-point CD with a few pictures hastily collected, under exposed and out of focus showing a few of the preceding days at VBS that would be used. A young mother in our church had taken these pictures and declared herself to me on the first day as the “Expert”. She had informed me that she was a graphics designer and that it was her job as photographer and if anything was shown on Sunday, it would be her pictures that would be used and that my DVD might be used on Thursday evening. I was okay with that, I was not trying to take her “job” or be in any competition, I just wanted to share my talents of video since no one had offered or was doing that for our church. Now it was becoming clear, it would be her pictures that were being used both on Thursday evening and both worship services on Sunday. She had been exactly right and my efforts had been dismissed.

I have learned an invaluable lesson this week. Even though I had asked ahead of time, to avoid anyone’s feelings from being hurt and not to trample on someone else’s perceived importance, Satan is alive and well. And even though it was my pastor that was so pleased with my efforts, he did not make the final decision as to which CD or DVD would be used during parent’s night or our worship services. I would be untruthful if I told you I was not hurt, because I was hurt and sad and heart-sick. As I search for answers as to what it is that God is teaching me through this experience, I find I must be still and wait for His still small voice to speak to me. I ask why – why did she speak to me in a way to “steal my joy”? Why be hurtful, why break my spirit of just only wanting to serve? Oh Lord, forgive me should I have ever caused a brother or sister to stumble. Forgive me Lord for the times I may have flaunted my youth and made an older brother or sister feel less than they really were, when they were only aching to serve You. Maybe that is what You are teaching me after so long a time. May I look deep inside for my shortcomings and may I always look up to You for answers and understanding.

By the way, the video I made was shown in the nursery area on a flat screen T.V. The children’s director, whom I didn’t even know when VBS started, has told me many times over during the past few days how much she loved the DVD and is asking for additional copies. Again, thank you Lord for reminding me all things happens by Your hand and in Your time! Amen.

Sunshine in My Heart

2010-04-14T19:05:00.000-07:00

It may be a cloudy dreary day outside, but I’m having a great sunshiny day in my heart! I’ve just returned home from the last session of a Women’s Bible study I’ve been attending at 2nd Baptist that was lead by Pam Thompson on “Free to be a Godly Wife”. Thanks Sharyn for inviting me to attend the sessions. Pam has a way of ministering to women of all ages, but these last few classes were so richly filled with His truths for those of us that have been married a while. So many gems she shared that gave me deeper insight and understanding of things that I could do better in my own married. I can hardly wait until the Fall when Pam will be teaching again on Wednesday mornings. If you live in the Katy area, please join me this Fall when it starts again (9:45 am) at 2nd Baptist!

"Boating Day"

2010-03-02T13:40:00.000-08:00

For those of you that don’t know, today is “Boating Day”! At least that’s what our 3 year old granddaughter thought we were saying as we buckled her in her car seat and headed to our local precinct to “VOTE”. I can certainly see how she thought we were headed out for a beautiful day of boating, since that’s what she understood we were saying. She soon realized that “boating” must mean something else.

She stayed Velcro’d to me as we entered the nearby Jr. High School to cast our votes in the Primary. She was polite and smiled at the polling officials as they checked in Grandpa and me to receive our instructions as to our next station and be directed to our assigned booth to cast our ballots. I was glad she was being so nice and quiet since this whole atmosphere of voting (“boating”) was a new experience for her. The polling officials tried to engage her in conversation and give her a stamp on her hand, but refused politely (she was having none of that).

She held my hand softly as I read the names and made my choices. The ballot was long and it took a little longer than usual to make it through 5 pages of names. She let go of my hand but stayed close-by. I was thinking as we left the precinct, how good it was to expose a little one so young to our right as citizens of these precious United States of America what it means to vote and elect those people that we most trust and feel in our hearts will run our government in accordance with God’s will. If we don’t vote and protect our right as a Citizen of these United States of America we have plenty of examples on the news each evening of countries that have surrendered those rights, or have never fought to gain them. Something to think about, then PRAY about.

My "Love Necklace"

2010-02-23T18:14:00.000-08:00

Have you ever received a “Love Necklace”? I did today and I want to share my thoughts. Birthdays come and go each year, but this one seems beyond ordinary, not taken for granted, not just another day, but one that my best friend wanted, with all the love and caring she could manage, to be a birthday I would remember. You see we have been life-long friends, since she was 7 and me, 8. That in itself is a treasure that few ever experience. This year our times together have taken on a deeper meaning than ever before, because she is battling cancer.

We both grew up as only children. Had we had sisters and brothers, I’m sure our love for one another would not have grown the way it has through too many years to count. We didn’t have siblings in the growing up years, only each other. So you see, we’ve always considered ourselves as sisters. God blessed us both early on with a deep love and care for one another so that as we grew, we would know what sisterly love was like. We didn’t have to have natural sisters explain their relationship with one another, we knew and understood from the beginning.

We met for lunch today at a local restaurant where she greeted me with her contagious smile and cheerful spirit! All the while, she is right in the middle of her third round of chemo treatments. There she was today looking terrific, smiling, head held high, holding a present for me along with probably the most beautiful card I have ever read pinned in her own hand writing with sentiments reflecting her heart and her love for me. Yes, it made me cry as I read; so many thoughts rushed through my head. I was well aware of the important moments we were about to share. Inside the little bag she carried was my “love necklace” that she had made with her own two hands (absolutely gorgeous). I know the pain and suffering she endures on a daily basis and to think that she had done this for me made my heart smile as my eyes once again filled with tears. Now I tell you, that is true sisterly love.

I have never been close to anyone that has ever been this sick, but at the same time I can’t help but rejoice each time we are together because I see such a change in her. The change I see is a heart change. We talk of our Lord and Savior openly and freely. She is encouraged and understands that it is her Faith in our Lord Jesus that gives her the strength to fight; and by Him and Him alone, she takes her next breath. We are both praising God for what He is doing in her life and the testimony He has given her to share with others. We don’t know what lies ahead and if her life will be spared a little longer. That is certainly something none of us will ever know; but what we do know, is that we will be sisters in the Lord forever and we will sing those songs as we did as children in the backseats of our parents cars. We will sing songs together praising God as He gently holds us in His loving arms forever and forever. Until then, I will wear my “love necklace” and may it serve as a reminder to me to tell the story of how God changes lives, starting with my best friend.

Grateful

2010-02-16T12:01:00.000-08:00

Good Morning! What an absolutely beautiful February day it is here in S. Texas. A crystal-clear blue sky above, a crisp 45 degrees as I step outdoors I can only turn my eyes upward and give praises to the One who delights in giving such blessings in a day like today. Even though my night was filled with too many unwanted aches and pains, tossing and turning just trying to find comfort in my bed, it’s mornings like this that God’s grace and care allows me to breathe in deeply as my spirit becomes refreshed and renewed and in only moments those aches and pains I was so aware of in the dark of night start to melt away. Today becomes a huge reminder of how grateful and blessed I am to know my Savior and know without a doubt where such blessings come.

“Abba Father, Daddy, Creator of the Universe, Lord of Lords, King of Kings, Mighty Savior, Prince of Peace how excellent is Your Name above all others. Today I praise You, and You alone for Your hand is upon me, steering me, teaching me, keeping me in Your care. Let me feel Your presence through this day and each day through the rest of my life. Make me forever mindful of others around me and let me be Your light. Let me shine for You, Father. In Your Son’s precious name I pray. Amen”

LET IT SNOW!

2009-12-04T09:53:00.000-08:00

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! If you live in S. Texas the weather will amaze you your entire life. This morning we woke up to “Slightly Cloudy & A Chance of Snow” ! What? These predictions come along from time to time and usually nothing ever comes of them, but today has turned into one of those magical days. For those of us that seldom experience “real snow”, I don’t have to tell you how excited we all become, even us big kids.

As I slipped on my boots and coat for a trip outdoors to experience “real snow”, I felt the old familiar crunch of each step. I turned back to see my footprints. Yes, there they were, a very visible reminder of where I had just walked. Just as I could see my most recent path, I thought of how God can see every step I take. Oh Father, please guide my steps and let me be obedient to Your guiding.

I’m reminded too that this beautiful dusting of snow is only by God’s hand. It totally makes me think of His “Grace”, the grace He gives to me. He gives it to me, undeserving as I am, and still loves me and covers me with it. This snow today is a wonderful reminder of how perfectly His grace covers. Snow is white and pure, just like Him. It’s bright and beautiful just like He is light. It’s soft and quiet as it covers completely, just as He covers His children under His wings of protection.

I praise God today for His awesome reminder of how much He loves and cares for us. I praise Him too for this reminder of His beauty. If you too were reminded today of God’s grace as this beautiful snow drifts down, join me in thinking on things of Him.

Oh, by the way, it is now snowing again, even harder. Thank you, Father.
Blessings, Prissy

Jesus Messiah performed by Daves Highway

2009-10-23T08:44:00.000-07:00

I pray you take the time to listen to these precious little children as they praise God with their sweet voices. How beautiful to hear these praises without instrument accompaniment. My prayer is that you too will be lifted up today. Each day is such a gift given only by Jesus, may He be praised for all eternity by our love for Him through voices such as these.
Blessings, Prissy

Click Link Below:
Jesus Messiah
performed by Daves Highway

To All You Blessed Young Mothers...

2009-08-13T15:33:00.001-07:00

TIME is precious. You can't get back one single moment or a wasted moment. Watch them breathe, listen to their noises, study their little fingers as they move about, breathe deeply that priceless pure smell after a bath, hold their feet in your hand before they can run away, kiss them constantly before they learn to resist, thank God when they interrupt your busy-ness, read, sing, pray.

I thank my Heavenly Father for these gifts.

Disturbed

2009-06-16T20:41:00.000-07:00

I am deeply disturbed over a book that has recently received much attention in the Christian community. Having recently attended a women’s conference, my ears perked up when this book was mentioned. The speaker, a well-known speaker in Christian circles, just mentioned the book. She offered no comment regarding the book, but I remembered it being mentioned. I had heard of its existence, but knew nothing of it. Only a week or two later at my own church, it was mentioned again in a positive vain from a dear woman giving her testimony after surviving cancer. Again, my ears perked up as I thought – this might be a book worth reading. The book I am referring to is The Shack, by William P. Young.

Just a few days later I found myself in our local Christian Book Store and there before me was a display of this book. You can just imagine what I thought; “I need to buy this book”. It must be the Holy Spirit moving me to buy it, and while I’m here, I’ll get an extra copy for my daughter-in-law as a surprise. So I did. I tore into the book as if it were chocolate. Immediately I was hooked. I found the first few chapters full of suspense. I was anxious to see what all the hype was about regarding it popularity.

I found myself zipping right along until it hit me right in the face. I felt like a bowl of ice-water had been thrown on me. I was suddenly sick to my stomach as I continued to read the descriptors of what I, as a Christian, hold most sacred in my heart. As the author took liberties in describing the “Trinity” and offending the “God Head” with descriptions of God as a “large, jovial back women", the Holy Spirit as a “small Asian woman", and Jesus appears as "a Jewish man with a hippy flare".

I have been saddened that so many of my brothers and sisters have embraced this book – calling it a work of fiction and explaining it away by saying, that is the context that it should be read. I tell you, as Dogie and I travel and tell folks about Jesus we are constantly reminded of the misconceptions and false teachings so many churched and un-churched people that call themselves Christians cling to as “truth”. This book is full of subtleties that sound like truth, but are far from it. We don’t have to go out and commit some heinous crime to separate ourselves from God, all we have to do is take our focus off of Him and His Word and draw our beliefs from a book such as this with “good intentions”. I am reminded of 1 Thessalonians 5:21-22 Test all things; hold fast what is good. Abstain from every form of evil (NKJ).

As Dr. Albert Mohler, president of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, said, The Shack “contains undiluted heresy. Don’t you and I have a responsibility to be equipped to recognize heresy and to shine the light of truth so that we and others are not deceived?

Yes, I read the book completely through. It was a true struggle for me as a “Believer”, but at least I know what the book contains. No hear-say from this Gal. This book is nothing short of deception. It is also divisive. Beware of any group or church supporting the reading of this book. The Shack makes light work of the cross and the price Jesus paid for our sins.

Just so you know, my sweet daughter-in-law asked that I return her unopened book to the store where it was purchased, which I did. Praise God that He calls us to have discernment in such matters.

My Evil Twin

2009-03-02T10:17:00.000-08:00

About a month ago I ordered one of those tools to help me in my attempts to make a banquet dress for those special occasions when we cowgirls get all gussied up in period correct clothing and make our grand entrance to the awards banquet at one of our larger matches. Those of you that know me, know I am not a seamstress, but I keep trying. There are so many patterns available now that would make awesome dresses. Something keeps pushing me forward in my attempts to actually do it.

As I thought about truly making a worthwhile attempt, the thought crossed my mind that a “dress form” would certainly be a worthwhile investment. Convinced of this, I discovered that my local fabric store not only carried them, but they were now on sale. I took this as another sign that I was heading in the right direction. The sales lady was sweet and helpful, and after taking my measurements we decided on the correct form to order. With great anticipation, I placed my order and waited.

Just a couple days ago, “SHE” arrived. Yes, SHE. She is supposed to be my “twin”. I carefully removed her from the carton with the help of Dogie. Wow, she looked good. I could see immediately in taking her measurements, that for her to match me, I’d need to do a “little” adjusting. This form is very well made and easily adjusted, so I proceeded to measure myself in all the key spots the instructions required and move the knobs accordingly. Oh my! This was an eye opener. After about 30 minutes of measuring and adjusting my now “evil twin” stood before me. Headless as she is, none the less, that was me. My first impulse was to screw her adjusting knobs back in a ways (a good ways), but that is not an option when the purpose was to have a form that matched me and aid me in making a garment that fits. Yes, I want it to be pretty, but for it to be pretty, it has to fit.

My schedule and commitments have been such that I have not had an opportunity to start my sewing, but as I have now had a few days to think about “my twin” and study how she really looks, I, of course, will be trying to lose those unwanted pounds. I really want to move those knobs in to a more pleasing size. It’s important that my temple be fit so I can achieve my best. But in addition to that, “SHE” made me start thinking about another aspect of my life. What do others see in me as they come to know me? Do they see a woman of faith, a loving wife, a caring grandma, someone they would like to spend time? I may have been forced to examine my physical body after making the adjustments to the dress form, but what about my spiritual body? I need examination there too. Am I really who I think I am and who the Lord would find pleasing in His sight? Do I have the right motive in my Christian walk? Do I put God’s will for my life upfront and foremost? Where do MY adjusting knobs need adjusting? And, being honest with myself, they certainly do. These are questions I will ask again and again. I can walk miles and miles down life’s paths, and miss His will for me by assuming I know the way. I cannot possibly know the way without seeking and studying in His Word for His direction for me. That, my friend, is a daily commitment. Never before have I realized how important a commitment of daily study is in His word.

It may have taken a dress form to remind me of what is important, but I am glad it opened my eyes to more than just dress size. It opened my eyes and revealed to me a huge responsibility I have as a Christian. As the song says and my prayer is - that when you’re looking at me you see mercy, when you’re looking at me you see grace, when you’re looking at me you see saved, for I’ve been saved by His mercy and grace. I want to be a whole and fit package for the person that means the most, Jesus. Only through Jesus Christ can we be saved and claim eternal life.

In the sweet name of Jesus, Amen

Happy Valentine's Day

2009-02-15T15:18:00.000-08:00

I love Valentine’s Day. It’s one of my favorite days to celebrate. It brings back lots of happy memories. It’s not that my family of three did anything hugely special while I was growing up, but somehow my mother and daddy did remember the day and made sure it was filled with love. We didn’t just tell each other how much we loved one another, but I remember how we showed our love. As I grew older I realized that it wasn’t the cards and gifts that we sometimes shared, but it was a day to tell and show those close to me how much they really meant and how much I loved them. I remember the pretty little handmade cards that my baby boy would make and hand to Mommy waiting to see my smiles. But it was the hugs and spending time together that meant the most. Of course, my heart still melts just thinking of those Valentine Days long since passed. To this day my own sweet hubby continues surprising me year after year with gifts of thoughtfulness and lots of love. How he still does it, amazes me.
Now we have grandchildren of our own, and their mom and dad are carrying on the beautiful tradition of making it a special day to remember filled with love and happy moments. I pray you do the same. Tell your honey how much you love them. Don’t let this day pass without telling your loved ones and family how much they are loved. Valentine’s Day comes but once a year. Enjoy this beautiful day and be sure to give lots of hugs! Happy Valentine’s Day & Praises to God for His continuous love for us!

WE SAY GOODBYE TO AZLE PARKER (aka Don Seely)

2009-01-26T18:37:00.000-08:00

What? Would you please repeat that? Oh Dear, not another cowboy. Those were the words I heard spoken as Dogie was on the phone with a friend and fellow cowboy shooter.
Shock hits first, and then a sadness that just hangs on washed over me. Although I didn’t know him well, I did know his wife and grandson. My thoughts went immediately to them and the pain they must be feeling at this moment.
I am so grieved to have to say goodbye to Azle Parker (aka Don Seely). Azle was only 55 years old, yet God reached down last Friday morning and called him into eternity. He will be sorely missed. Here was a take-charge kind of guy in our Game of Cowboy. I remember he was one of those guys that not only was a great R.O. and could run the timer without hesitation. He was also a good shooter too! Because of his love for shooting, he had shared this love with his wife and beloved grandson. They too are top shooters in their own right!
I pray for this family tonight in their hour of overwhelming grief at the loss of a dear husband, father, and Grandfather. I pray for strength for Sweet Beulah Land (Chris) and Justin as they grapple for understanding of God’s will. Give them Your peace, Lord. In Your Son’s precious name, Jesus, I pray. Amen.

Goodbye Cedar Creek Bill (aka Bill Winfrey Sr.)

2009-01-17T19:17:00.000-08:00

It was only a week ago today we were all together at our favorite cowboy club. We had all prepared ourselves both physically and mentally for a very cold day of shooting. Dogie knows that shooting on cold days, even here in Texas, is usually not something I look forward in doing. But, a dear friend and lady shooter, and her husband, had driven a considerable distance to be at this shoot. I instantly wanted to be a participant and be with my friend. We both decided to “cowgirl up” and do our best. The posses were formed and the match began. There we were, 12 brave souls on our posse, braving the elements, and all at the same time laughing, teasing one another, and just plan fellowshipping.

The following morning, Sunday, the Lord’s Day, I dressed and prepared to attend our church service there at the range. Again, the morning was “cold and crisp” as it had been the day before. Again, I was leaning more to the decision to not shoot that day. I’d attend our church service, which is always a blessing for Dogie and I to attend, but also be a part of the service. I’ll make my decision after church and leave it up to the best decision maker ever, my Lord and Savior. It still sends chills over me as I recall last Sunday morning. We opened the door to the little building where we held services, the little building with a heater. Instantly, all had changed with the weather. During our time with the Lord, He had allowed the sun to come out and all was quickly becoming warm. The chill in the air was vanishing and I was excited that the temperatures were moving in favor of a great day for a cowboy match.

I quickly signed my name on one of the posses, and things were put into motion to get the safety meeting started and the cowboy match underway. Oh, I could just feel it deep down that this was going to be an even more special day. Again, I was blessed with 12 or so cowboys/gentlemen. I remember thinking, “This is going to be fun”. Several cowboys that had braved the day before had returned for the Sunday match. Here we were again all on the same posse for a second day in a row. One of those cowboys was Cedar Creek Bill. He was an older gentleman, with always an eagerness to get to the firing line. Last year when I had first met him, he never had much to say to me, but I had noticed more smiles from him and enjoyed more conversation in the last few months. He didn’t even seem to mind that I was always snapping pictures of our posse during shoots and he’d be a good sport and smile for me during recent matches. This day was even more enjoyable. He was more cooperative and I was able to snap some good shots of Bill and his grown son. I remember thinking of my own father and how much I still miss him. How much my dad would have enjoyed our game of Cowboy. Yes, I had been right, the day turned out glorious. One of those, “I’ll never-forget-days”.

There was only one thing Bill had said to me that expressed his disappointment while he was shooting on Sunday. He was not one of those “Go Fast Shooters”, his age had slowed him some, but Bill was accurate most of the time. He had been shooting well all day Sunday until the next to last stage. “A Miss!” Yes, he said softly to me, “There went my clean match”. I told him I was sorry, but there was always next time.

Well Bill, your next time came on Thursday afternoon when our Father in Heaven called you to eternity. God’s timing is perfect. That was your clean match day! We will miss you in the months and years to follow. You touched our lives with your grace, understanding, and willingness to be a helper in and out of season.

(Obituary from The Dallas Morning News)
http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/obituaries/stories/DN-winfreyob_19met.ART.State.Edition1.4ed7939.html

Have a Blessed 2009!

2009-01-04T18:37:00.000-08:00

How is it that the holidays fly by so quickly? Just about the time I acknowledge that Thanksgiving is nearly upon us, I usually think, “Here We Go”. This year was different for me. I can honestly say that I enjoyed Christmas-time and all the holidays this year. Instead of focusing on buying lots of presents, I made decorating our home and getting the tree up early a priority. I took great joy in baking goodies for my neighbors and for my family. Spending time with our children and grandchildren was at the top of my list! I can’t remember ever enjoying our tree and the decorations more. It was inspiring to look at the tree and read the story Jesus’ birth. Just to think of the real meaning of Christmas. Also, my thoughts turned to why we think of loved ones and friends more at this time of year than at any other time.

I discovered when I made some of those phone calls to friends I had not stayed in touch with that there was not one single friend that wasn’t truly excited to hear from me. How just hearing their voice again was so touching and warming inside. I loved how we could just pick up where we had left off years before. I hope you took the time to make some of those calls also; it’s still not too late.

So now all those days have passed, gone. No more holidays in front of me for now, but a brand new year before me. I’m grateful for the holidays that I enjoyed this year. I’m grateful for the friends and family that I reconnected with during those days and I’m determined to keep those ties. I’m finally learning that it is relationships that really count in life. Sadly, it takes us far too many years to learn that lesson.

Yes, yes, I’ve certainly made some promises (resolutions) to myself of things I would like to accomplish in 2009, but most of all I want folks to see in me His reflection. If it is His will, then I ask that He give me the time and energy to be about His assignments for 2009. He’s already given me the JOY!

Have a blessed 2009!

Being Thankful

2008-12-26T12:36:00.000-08:00

I am so thankful for our family-time together during the holidays this year. I realize that only by God’s grace have we enjoyed such beautiful days together, eating special meals, just talking and sharing, going to church together and lots of picture taking! I am also thankful for our good health, knowing that too is truly a gift.

It’s a time of year that I find myself anxiously awaiting the arrival of the mail each day as our postman brings greetings from so many that I long to hear from and have perhaps neglected to pick up the phone or write a note during this past year. Has it been the same for you?

The time with my precious grandchildren, ages 6, 5 & 2, just seemed a little more special this year than in past years. Watching their eyes light up with excitement just seeing the decorations in anticipation of Christmas morning was such a special gift. All the efforts Grandpa and I put forth in making our home inviting and ready for the big day was all worth it when the little ones arrive and enjoyed everything from the nativity to the animated Mr. and Mrs. Santa. I am happy to say the wise men did survive, although they had several rough days; and even though the angel flew several times across the room, she is now resting above the stable.

My prayer for the New Year is that God will continue to bless our family and yours. I pray that I will take the time to stop and be still more times than not, and just listen for God’s still small voice as I seek His will for my life. May I be more of an example of what God wants me to be to those around me. I pray for God’s grace each day and that I recognize its source. Most of all, I ask that God give me opportunities to be a better witness for Him; and that I glorify Him in all that I do.
Blessings, Prissy

CHRISTMAS TIME

2008-12-14T15:35:00.000-08:00

Wow! Is it that time already? Of course, we are reminded each year way too early, or at least we think to ourselves, why must the retailers be so persistent in putting out Christmas decorations before we’ve even digested our Thanksgiving dinner? I use to let this upset me, but now I’ve changed my mind and find it much less irritating. Actually, it’s not irritating at all. No matter how early I think I’ve gotten started with preparations for this day of all days, it always approaches faster than I thought it would. So, why should I mind those ornaments and red ribbons being displayed back in October when all the time I’m thinking, I can use all the help I can manage with these subtle reminders of a jingling bell just outside my local Wal-Mart.

It also starts me thinking that it is up to me to make this a time of happiness, when I could so easily make this a time of dread, and focus on all the sad things that may have happened during this past year. It’s pretty easy for me to be quickly carried away with true happiness when I hear giggles and cheers of joy, and see smiling faces from children, mostly from those that belong to me. But you don’t have to be grandma to be quickly transported to feelings of embracing joy at this time of year. All you have to do is open your eyes and really look. That’s the easy part. When you do, I promise you’ll see it. Just look at those sweet little smiles that tell you that all is still right with our world. No matter how bitter the news reports and stocks are plummeting, we need to remember to set it all aside. Those are only temporal things; the things that truly matter in our lives and mean the most this time of year are our relationships with one another. When circumstances have changed; what we will remember, is did we make that phone call to a loved one that was nearly starved to death to hear from us? Did we spend time with those little ones that will remember this time of year and the time with us forever? Did we take time to tell our neighbor that we were glad they lived next door?

Through our Lord, He has given us the Grace to get it all done and glorify Him as we go about our tasks for this busy season. Will we choose to let Him direct our paths over the next couple of weeks, or will be run around hurried and frazzled complaining about the crowds and how much we have to accomplish. It’s up to us!

A Blessed Day!

2008-11-27T08:46:00.000-08:00

I'm writing this morning to say Thank You Father for too many blessings to count! You are the giver of all that is and will ever be. I'm so excited today to be sharing it with the ones that are the dearest to me and that I love the most. I realize there are many that do not share in such a rich blessing. My heart is sadden by all our troops today that cannot be with their families. I pray now for them, for their safety and their families that must be without them. I too, know what that feels like, but I also realize that nothing ever stays the same, either for good or bad and only by Your hand are true blessings received.

I just pray for everyone that reads these words today, that they will stop and ponder on this Day of Thanksgiving and understand just where such blessings come. May each of you fill your day with wonderful memories and thoughts of Him.

In Jesus Name

Fellowshipping

2008-11-11T20:06:00.001-08:00

God is good all the time! This past weekend at the Oakwood Outlaws was another testimony to God’s goodness and blessings. If you don’t believe me, just take a look at the new slideshow I’ve added to the blog.
Dogie and I had the privilege once again to be with dear friends and share His word on Sunday morning with those of us that gathered together to feed upon it. Not only did He give us plenty to feed upon, but He also provided a beautiful canopy under which to sit as we played and prayed together.
I couldn’t help but notice this entire weekend, as we participated in two shoots with time out for the Lord in between, that He commanded the leaves to rain down both days. It was magnificent. I was distracted at times as I was constantly reminded of His handy work, of which nothing can compare.
Thank you Father for the friends you give us, the lives you touch through those of us that try to do Your Kingdom work. Thank you Father for the beauty You show us, if only we keep our eyes on You. Thank you Father for the joy You place in us. May we forever Praise You.

Resting In The Lord

2008-11-04T20:17:00.000-08:00

Well…. We’ve done all that we can do. God is good and we can trust Him completely. We’ve made our choice in voting for who we think God would want to be our President by praying daily and sometimes many more times in that 24 hour period. Even though we may feel sad tonight not knowing how things will turn out, I feel an overwhelming peace settle upon me. Call it faith, call it trusting in the Lord, but whatever stills my heart tonight, I know it is of the Lord.
My yearning to be in His Word is overwhelming as I reach for my Bible. Thank you Lord for the truths contained herein. Thank you that I can talk to you openly and lovingly without interruption. I feel Your presence near, as I sit here and write, and think upon Your words. Father, I just ask right now that You protect all our troops overseas. What must they be thinking? Our country was established on Your principles, please don’t take Your eyes from this blessed land. I cry out to You tonight to hold on to us tightly as we honor You and love You for loving us.

Oh God, help us in this hour of uncertainty and disappointment. What is the lesson you are teaching us? Although we do not understand, we are open to Your ways.

2 Chron 7:14-15

if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

(from New International Version)

Early Voting

2008-10-22T16:05:00.000-07:00

Done! What about you? Today it was my privilege to go and vote for my candidate for President. I typically don’t vote early in the larger elections, but with all that is currently happening in our world today, I wanted to make sure my vote was not only cast, but doing it early would be a good thing. I was even a little excited that the day had finally arrived and that early voting was now available. I’m sure there are many things that have contributed to my eagerness to get my vote cast as soon as possible. I have been reflecting on the principles upon which our country has been established. It is important to me to remember that these principles were Godly principles. As I have considered this election, these principles appear to be in question. We pledge our allegiance to this beautiful land and to God when we say, “Under God”. We indicate our trust in Him to protect our country when we print, “In God We Trust” on our currency. The very idea that our country would even consider a candidate that does not hold near and dear to these principles and a love for God Almighty is more terrifying to me than anything we could imagine or dream.
As most of you do already, please continue to pray for our country. Please pray for God’s will to be done through this election and afterwards, and pray hard. We must continue to trust Him as we go through the next couple of weeks. Many of our liberal thinking friends that have come to share in the bountiful blessings received by our country have no clear understanding that God could easily choose to remove His mighty hand of protection from our beautiful and loved land. We have been so richly blessed and respected throughout the world by many nations. I am reminded of early Israel when that nation was a God-fearing nation. Israel was blessed and protected by God. The blessings ceased and the protection ended when the nation turned its back on God. At this important time in our own history do we have an example that we need to consider? We as a nation cannot forsake the cornerstone upon which our nation was built. Why would we allow ourselves to be deceived by the evil one and put God in a position to remove His blessings from us?
Prayer is our first weapon of defense; and secondly, we must take the time to cast our ballot for the candidates that will hold to these principles and prayerfully guide us through the turbulent times ahead. There have always been turbulent times, today is no different. But if we sit idly by with the thought that our vote doesn’t matter; or, as Christians, we fail to pray, thinking our act of praying for our country doesn’t matter, we may witness God turn his face away. God matters in this election. Voting matters in this election. Prayer matters in this election. Please do your part. Please go before the Father in prayer, and then go vote.
May you and our country continue under a government that seeks God’s approval and welcomes His blessings; and, therefore pray we will continue to be in receipt of His blessings and protection. Thank you Father God!

"If my people, which are called by my name shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land."- 2 Chronicles 7:14

BREATHE

2008-09-27T09:24:00.000-07:00

If you’ve never shot Long Range, and I just bet most of you are like me, NOT. My Honey, that’s Dogie, thinks shooting long-range is right up there with cowboy shooting when it comes to fun and enjoyment. Now being a girl, I just couldn’t imagine what could be fun that took that much concentration and a steady hand, oh, and in doing it, you had to remember to breathe, Right. Too many things to remember. Hey, I’m just getting the hang of this cowboy action shooting; don’t complicate my life with more things to remember and do it as if it is natural. Huh???

Okay, I’m watching, I’m paying attention, so maybe I’ll try it? Just once couldn’t hurt. At our local home club they have a nice 200 yard range, great for practice; so being the curious spirit I am, I decided, why not? Dogie is an excellent instructor when it comes to shooting just about any kind of gun, whether it be pistols or rifles. I sit down, feet and legs forward, shooting sticks adjusted for my eye level, and then place that big old single shot Sharps rifle carefully on the leather saddle between the sticks. That wasn’t too hard, and then I hear this little voice inside saying, “You can do this” and “You can hit that target Way…..down there”! Girls, that’s got to be one of the major keys, believe in yourself and you can. So I’m ready, just line up the front and rear sites, snuggle up real close to that stock, hold it, hold it, stay on target, slowly squeeze that trigger, oh yeah, BREATHE, let it out half way, slowly, slowly and BOOM! Wow I hit it! That wasn’t bad, actually, it was fun! Let’s do it again, I told him.

Here we are in Tennessee. Side matches are held the 1st day of the match and here I sit on the long-range course. A bleak cloudy sky hangs overhead and I’m thinking how much I will not let such a dreary day steal my joy, or the cigar smoking cowboys that kind of laugh to themselves that a woman has shown up at the long-range. I’m polite as I watch cowboy after cowboy miss most of their shots. 5 sighters are given and then you get to shoot for score. Finally, its my turn and those same cowboys with all their misses are acutely aware that I’m about to try my hand at a game that has been mostly just for the fellows.

These cowboys don’t know me and may be unaware that I believe in Divine Intervention. It is my way of improving the aim. I’ve been talking to God about my effort and I’ve asked for His help. Simply stated, God, You know my reasons for giving this a try and You know that first and foremost, I want to glorify you in all that I do, even in shooting this big rifle. You and You alone can use any and all that I do to speak to those that don’t even think they need You. You know, that I know, that without You directing and showing me the way, I am nothing.

Okay, I’m ready – one last word to my Lord and my mind goes through all that Dogie has told me. Deep down inside I feel the trembling, but I draw from a deeper strength and settle a bit. Thank you Lord for the WIN !!! Oh Yeah! And reminding me to BREATHE.
Prissy

After the Storm

2008-09-17T11:00:00.000-07:00

I can feel the warmth of the sun through the windshield of the truck. There is blue sky as far as one can see. I feel the rocking of the road beneath my feet as we roll East on I-40. Only a few days before, we were being beaten by an unrelenting wind; a wind that would not stop for hours, a wind that would destroy any and everything in its path if it were not tied down or strong enough to endure such a lashing. The rain was stinging and sometimes moving sideways. Yet, now all is changed and I find myself in a new place; a new sky, a calm that cannot be described in words, only felt.

There are so many that have attributed being spared through this storm of all storms as being lucky. I just want to grab hold of them and tell them, luck had nothing to do with it. What you experienced is God’s grace, whether deserved or not, that’s what you were given. Just like the sunshine and the rain that falls gently in better days, it’s His grace that you so proudly attribute to being “lucky”. There, of course, were many (believers in the Lord) that didn’t fair as well, but that doesn’t mean that they were not under God’s grace. They too were benefactors of His grace; only it was served in a different package. Perhaps, they kept their home, yet lost a barn, or the other way around. Maybe they will be without power for days because God has lessons for them to learn about themselves or others. He is a merciful God and truly wants our faith and trust in Him to increase. Even though we sometimes beat our chests and ask, “why God, why am I facing such hardships”? Those are the exact times He is trying to get our attention and make us focus on Him, and Him alone.

So I say to God, thanks for the trials, thanks for the hardships, thanks for the tough times before me. Because of these things, You make me open my eyes wide and see You. You and You alone are first and foremost. You are what matters, and all things that are good and not so good are dispatched by Your hands so that my faith increases in You.

Waiting Upon the Storm (Ike)

2008-09-12T15:24:00.000-07:00

As I sit here this windy Friday afternoon awaiting the arrival of a storm named Ike, many things are rushing through my mind. I can’t help but think of the only other storm this size that came ashore when I was only 14. That storm was named Carla. She was vicious and took her toll on our Gulf Coast (Houston area). As I reflect over those few days our family and extended family came together and wondered what would happen to our home and friends as the winds increased that fitful night. Through such turmoil outside as that storm raged, how wonderful it is, so many years later, to remember the good times our family experienced being together through that ordeal. My favorite cousin, aunt and uncle were there with us. Even her grandmother had come with them. My older cousin was there with her 2 yr. old son, another aunt and uncle from E. Texas had just come down for a visit, were there as well. The total number of folks in our little 3 bedroom house was 14. What could be better than my most favorite people in the world had come to weather the storm at our house?

The power was one of the first things to go away, a sudden and sharp reminder of how much our lives and communications, even then, depended on that constant flow of electricity. I think of the source of all power, my God, my Heavenly Father, my Savior, and my Jesus. How empty and void my life would truly be without His power. Isn’t it comforting to know that through His power and mercy, we will endure this storm through this night as it approaches. It is through His power that we will trust and cling to Him for our strength. I will think on the words in the book of James. When our Lord God tells us about these trials, v.2 consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. My friends, this is a blessing from our Lord as His child.

When all else in life pales in the face of a pending storm of this magnitude, isn’t it a blessing to stop and be still and just talk to Him? How He speaks to us with His still small voice. How He encourages us to phone those we love the most and tell them of our love and just to let them know we are thinking of them. They too, express their love for you. A day like today is a good reminder of just how busy our days become and schedules get so crowded. We set far too many things of this importance on a back burner for another day. Today is that day that God has given us to make all right with Him, and with our loved ones. What will you do? Will you glorify Him today, will you make a difference in someone else’s life? Will you reach out to your family and friends. Will you be still and listen for that still small voice? God gives us these opportunities, we need only to recognize them.

So, as the trees begin to sway with God’s breath upon them, I rest in the peace that all of this show of the nature that He created is being directed by Him. How much I’ve enjoyed this afternoon, with all the preparations that we know to make are completed. Now we wait upon the Great Director and trust in Him.

Keep Those Prayers Coming for Gabriel !

2008-08-28T19:38:00.000-07:00

Gabriel is out of Special Care and is back in a regular room. He is doing well on the thicker formula/rice cereal mix. He has been off oxygen all day. So far so good…praise the Lord.

We are rejoicing for all that God has done in restoring little Gabriel to good health. Certainly a rough few days, and now God is being glorified through this little one. We continue to pray for mom and dad as they must spread themselves so thin between the little ones at home and Gabriel in the hospital. Thank you Grandpa Ron for this latest update.
Blessings, Prissy

PRAISE THE LORD SOME MORE !

2008-08-25T12:39:00.000-07:00

Praise the Lord some more! Gabriel has been detached from all the wires and tubes with the exception of a feeding tube. He is scheduled to be moved back to a regular room this afternoon (as soon as one becomes available). The staff tried to get him to nurse today but he fell asleep instead. Grandpa said he guessed he’d fall asleep too if he got moved from a box full of tubes and wires to his mother’s arms!

Gabriel is improving still. This isn’t completely over yet, but thanks for the prayers so far!
Gabriel's Grandpa, Ron

Holy Father, thank you for touching this baby and his family in such a mighty way. May all those that see the work of Your mighty hand understand that by You and You alone is why this little one is being restored to good health; and, may You receive all Glory and Praise. In Jesus' precious name we pray. Amen

If you are led to do so, please post your prayers for Gabriel in "Comments" so they may be shared with his family and others.

PRAYERS NEEDED FOR BABY GABRIEL

2008-08-21T20:48:00.000-07:00

Update on Baby Gabriel, Monday, Aug. 25th
Grandpa Ron talked with Gabriel's dad, Adam, last night. They removed the breathing tube yesterday afternoon and all was going well as of about 8:00 pm last night. They were also starting to feed him - not sure if it was with a bottle or the feeding tube. They have also removed all the EEG wires, etc. from him. Gabriel was awake and alert at least part of the time. The impression Grandpa got from Adam was that he was continuing to do better which is something to praise God about.

What a beautiful day God gave me today. Even with the summer August heat, the gentle rains kept the severe temperatures from climbing to the uncomfortable zone here in South Texas. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as I ponder what is it that I need to do today? How will God use me today? Oh yes, that’s something I can count on. You see, I expect to have at least one assignment, if not more. I’m still learning, even at my age, I need to stay open to whatever He would have me to do. But, I can totally miss His message to me, if I focused on myself, instead of getting open to the Holy Spirit.

As good as my day was going, I was sharply reminded that there are friends and family struggling with huge trails as my phone rang and my attention was suddenly focused on my friend’s tearful voice as she described her baby grandson’s (11days old) serious condition. A healthy baby boy born only 11 days earlier was now diagnosed with viral meningitis. Even after 2 days of hospitalization his condition had worsened. Over the tears, I heard her request to please continue to pray for Baby Gabriel. All I could think, was thank you Father that we can come to you with these incredible needs and we can lay them all at your feet. We don’t have to wait; You are available whenever we call Your name. All through today, we have continued to communicate via emails.

So here is the latest update on this dear little one. Gabriel stopped breathing this afternoon, and while being resuscitated, he started experiencing stronger seizures. Little Gabriel has now been moved to the full-blown intensive care unit and is on a ventilator at Children’s Hospital in Birmingham, AL. His doctors believe this to be complications from the viral meningitis. Please pray specifically for Little Gabriel to be restored to good health, pray for his believing parents, family and for the medical staff caring for him.

If you are led to do so, please post your prayers under “comments”. Updates will be posted as available.
Thank you and blessings, Prissy

A Father's Day to Remember

2008-06-15T15:59:00.000-07:00

Today I experienced one of those moments that you just want to hold on to forever. One of those moments that you want to let your mouth fly open as you feel the tears welling up. Then you feel your mouth slowly begin to display a smile in the most profound way. Your mind has trouble getting around what you are hearing, yet you are hanging on every word spoken.

After church today, I was invited to join my son, daughter-in-law and my three precious grandchildren at a restaurant for lunch to celebrate this special day set aside for fathers. I had thought of my own father earlier this morning and shared some moments with my heavenly Father about how the missing seems to never leave. God had called my dad to his heavenly reward some 14 years ago. I thanked my heavenly Father that I had grown up in a home where my father did his best to be more Christ-like on a daily basis. My thoughts then turned to my dear husband and how, unlike me, he had experienced the worst example of what a father should be in his young years; yet, because our heavenly Father cared and loved him so much, my husband was able to move past all the unkind that had been dealt him as a child and seek the truth that only God can provide. I will be forever amazed at God’s care of His children. God is the one that provided the mentors for my husband when his own father chose to reject God’s plan. I am convinced that through the prayers of other family members praying for a little boy so ill treated, that God honored those prayers and rose up a mighty warrior for His kingdom.

I am also convinced that God heard my prayers almost 40 years ago as I asked God, just as Hannah asked God (1 Sam. 1:10-11) for a son, and I would give him to the Lord for all the days of his life. This was one of those moments when God taps us on the shoulder and softly whispers, I am the Abba of all Daddies. You trusted me, and I gave you your hearts’ desires. I still love you; and because your son loves me too, I am blessing him now through his son and the words I gave him to speak at your table today.

That’s right, out of this 4-year old’s mouth he announced, “I have a special prayer”. We all quickly clasped hands, bowed our heads as he said with a clear voice. “Dear God, thank you for Daddy. I hope You have a Happy Father Day today. Also, God, bless my Mommy too, and Grandma, and Sarah and Sydney. Amen. Although usually shy and unwilling to lead a prayer, today was a mountain-top day for our family and God’s kingdom. Our hearts were touched in a way only God can touch us. Our faith was increased by seeing in this small little one, God already at work molding and sculpting this baby into the Godly man he will become. My heart aches with joy – I can’t even imagine what life would have been for me without Jesus pointing the way to eternal life and a relationship with His father.

TEXAS HEAT

2008-06-04T13:23:00.001-07:00

Summer has certainly arrived here in South Texas. When it comes to heat, we’ve got it, plus the humidity to really remind us that our warm months are here to stay, at least for the next 4 – 6 months, as we hear the hum of our AC units in competition with the crickets.

Some folks complain about the high temps, but we would never be able to enjoy our sport in this neck of the woods, if we only shot our guns in what we’d call ideal weather. I’m sure there are some folks that are more fortunate than us in other parts of the country, but we do have to brag a bit when it comes to being able to shoot year around. We’ve never been frozen out, to where those in charge declared, it’s just too cold to shoot. We may think it is, but somehow we just know at the end of the match we’ll get warm again with a hot cup of coffee or chocolate.

Being a lady shooter, it was hard for me to adjust to trying to shoot in such adverse conditions, especially those really hot days, those days when my makeup was off by the first stage, but as I continue to learn and enjoy our sport, I realize that I must just get to a point where I am having too much fun to really care about my shooting conditions. Now that’s being distracted by this sport. A sport that can even change this lady’s mind!

Now before you say, you’d better be careful girl! I’ve learned it is most important to pace yourself and to certainly stay hydrated. We girls are into snacks, so carry plenty. Your pard just might need a boost too! How good a slice of a cold apple taste between stages? It’s a good idea to watch others on your posse that might not realize this all important rule. No one wants to be a victim of heat stroke or worse. Learn to monitor yourself and others, wag that cooler along, no matter how much trouble it might be. Just hang it on your gun cart. You’ll be glad you did. And, most of all have fun!

I WISH WE HAD PRAYED

2008-05-17T18:18:00.000-07:00

Today was a glorious day! Besides being a shoot day, the weather was cooperating here in S. Texas. Low humidity with high 60’s, low 70’s, and that was all day! We gathered early in the morning, which is customary for a monthly shoot. Everyone appeared to be in high spirits anticipating the activities in store. Not only was this a great day to be shooting, a picnic had been planned for afterwards for even more fun and fellowship.

By 8:30 all attending had arrived, and the shooters meeting was started by the president of the club. The pledge was recited in unison both for our USA and the Texas flag. We’re all still having difficulty remembering the Texas one, but it’s starting to catch on. The highlight of the meeting was when sincere words of gratefulness were spoken for a couple of miracles that had been witnessed by most of these club members regarding two members. These two members had suffered significant trials in their lives. Both were now well on their way to recovery. I couldn’t help thinking to myself – Praises to God for His mercy and deliverance for these two people and their families.

My eyes searched the crowd as my spirit cried out – who has been asked to voice a prayer to God Almighty who has delivered such blessings already this morning. I hear muffled voices as the officers of the club lament and ask one another what other matters need to be covered since the safety portion was complete. I see a shrug, my spirit begins to fall, more like plummet, as I think of such an opportunity to praise God and give back to Him just a portion of all He had blessed us with this glorious morning. Then I hear, “Let’s Shoot”. Scripture flies through my mind as I now begrudgingly push my gun cart to my assigned stage. Silently I thank God for myself and on behalf of the others who never acknowledged God gifts starring each of us in the face.

We can talk about Father God, but if we don’t praise Him, he clearly tells us that the very stones of the earth will cry out in praise! (Luke 29:40)

Prissy Pearlene
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BACK TO BASICS

2008-04-17T20:38:00.000-07:00

You short stroked it! What did you say? Oh, no! How could I have done that? I haven’t done that since I started shooting, and then only a few times. I learned quickly that, that was a big No No.
There I was in a big 4-day match and I had blown it. I had had trouble with my pistols, but I had seemingly corrected that problem. I was shooting smoothly with them, but now my trusty rifle had betrayed me. Oh No, not my sweet little 66. How could this have happened? I got the first rifle shot off and then it was over. I tried my best to work the lever, but nothing. It was jammed and jammed good. Helpless, I passed it off to the RO and hurried to get my remaining shots down range with my shotgun.

I kept telling myself, I must be more careful on the next stage. Think about it, concentrate, and above all don’t be shy about moving the lever all the way with a deliberate stroke. Okay, I’m ready – say the line and lets try this again. I’ve got the scenario straight in my head so let’s get’er done, as the boys say.

What, its happening again – how can this be? What is wrong? Did I short stroke it again? Oh no, another 9 misses counted against me. Oh, this will be hard to put behind me, but somehow I must. Fortunately, that was the last stage of the day. As Scarlet would say, tomorrow is another day. That’s it, tomorrow must be better and surely I can figure out why I’m having such difficulties with the one gun I love to shoot and generally can shoot pretty well.

Dogie was well aware of my complete frustration when he whispered in my ear, Honey, just remember the basics. You can do it, just remember the basics and focus on the front site. Oh, Ya! Why is it that when someone else, that really cares about how you shoot, can still your spirit and get you back on track? I’m one of those very fortunate lady shooters that has an encourager in my corner, and he just happens to be my hubby and my best pard.

I thank God daily that Dogie and I are blessed to travel and enjoy cowboy action shooting with so many clubs.

What's In A Name?

2008-03-26T19:28:00.000-07:00

I’ve been shooting for about 3 years now, so I’m not a brand new shooter anymore, but I am still learning from each and every match or practice I participate. I hope that part never ends – I am encouraged each time by some little tidbit that I can bring home. I think attitude has a lot to do with my ability to continue to recognize and process new information.

Outside of the actual shooting side of our game, there are many other aspects. One, being the choosing of an alias. That is the name we choose to call ourselves that is usually separate and apart from our given name. That process starts when an experienced shooter tells us we need to decide on an alias name to be used to identify us as a Cowboy Action Shooter. This is the name we choose that will be registered with the Single Action Shooting Society (SASS) and that name will be ours. When we choose that name, little do we realize that as time passes we will probably be known by our alias name by far more folks than those that know us by our real name.

I was watching some old western movies today while getting some sewing done when I began to recognize names that sounded familiar to me. I chuckled to myself when I realized they were not familiar because they were characters in the movie I was watching, but because I knew real cowboy shooters, both men and women, that had the same names. These folks are real people that I know, and know well, yet I couldn’t tell you their real names. I am sure that in some cases that might not be a good thing, but in my world of Cowboy Action Shooting, it makes them special.

I thought too, how special it was to choose a name that really fits who you are, or who you want to be. There are so many sources for these special names. Some come from movies or books, some from our very own ancestors, but they are always a reflection of our personalities. Many have a story behind why they chose a particular name and how they arrived at a final choice.

One thing that still delights me, is when our phone rings and the person on the other end will ask, “Is this Prissy?” A big smile appears on my face and I immediately know that I am most likely talking to a fellow shooter. My mind races to why they might be calling, but I know whatever the reason, it will be to discuss something fun and about the game I’ve come to love, Cowboy Action Shooting!

Life's A Roller Coaster

2008-03-10T07:49:00.000-07:00

Life’s a roller coaster. That statement proves to be truer to me as each day passes. I wake up in the mornings and my first thoughts turn to the Lord; and I think, His mercies are new every morning and I say, thank you for this another day.

Lam 3:22 It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. 23 They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

How blessed I am as I think, I’ve been given another brand new day – there it is, right before me, not a blemish on it, just fresh and clean, right before me to do as I see fit. Then I think, what is it that God would have me use this day to do for Him? He’s the one that gave it to me, surely I can spare a portion of it to glorify Him. Will I be pulled in many directions? Will I flow with the needs of others? And will I remember as the events of this unblemished day open before me, am I glorifying Him that has given me this day? So I whisper, “Lord please don’t let me be caught up in the ways of a selfish world”. I’m asking Him to hold my hand and direct my path for that day. This very day could be my last here on earth, or there may be many more ahead, but I want this one to matter for Him. Even if its not what I had planned for that day, let me feel His presence and let Him show me what I need to be about.

I have become so aware of how quickly time is now passing. I seem to always be asking myself, where did last year go, how did it go so quickly? My To-Do List is never completed, but now it seems to be less bothersome to me. Am I finally learning to become less anxious about accomplishing those tangible tasks? Am I learning that being with one of my grandchildren and hearing them giggle or reading a story together is what really matter. The days of rushing off to work or school are now finished. That too I find a blessing, as it allows me to spend real time with those I love, a dear friend, and especially my beloved husband. So, I say “thank you, Father” for blessing me so. Thank you for giving me eternal life that I do not feel the pressures of life on earth so much anymore, I have all of eternity ahead of me.

Are You A Cowboy Action Shooter?... Are You A Christian?...

2008-02-24T16:01:00.000-08:00

When I began to ponder both of these questions in the middle of the night not so long ago, I was suddenly struck by how similar my thoughts and actions are on both. Do I act like a Christian? Do I live like a Christian? Do I know the rules that God has placed on my life when I accepted His gift of eternal life? Do I need to grow more in His teachings and spend more time in His Word? Do I need to better display the fruits of the Spirit? As I think of all that I am, and all that I need work on, the answer is a resounding “Yes”. I do truly love the Lord and know and believe that God sent His son to earth to die on the cross for my sins and if I only accept His love and gift of salvation, then I will be able to spend forever in heaven in His presence. What could be more wonderful than that?

Then my mind turns to my passion in being a cowboy action shooter, or in my case, a cowgirl action shooter. When I am playing this game that I have grown to enjoy so much, do I act like a cowboy shooter? Do I know the rules that are in place for this sport and for my safety and enjoyment? Do I display behaviors that tell others around me that I am practicing the “spirit of the game”? Have I taken steps to be assured that I am not a stumbling block to others as we participate, and do I play fair? Do I need to better my skills and broaden my understanding? And, do I need to learn more of how to become a better shooter? Again, I hear a resounding “Yes” to my questions.

Have you ever been around someone that talks a good game about their cowboy shooting exploits, but when it comes down to it, you ask yourself, have they actually experienced every aspect of the emotions, the settings they claim to have shot in, or some other reality that we so often get wake-up calls to while participating on the firing line? It is then you say to yourself, “Well, they may be a shooter, but they are not a cowboy action shooter.” They demonstrate that they do not even posses a basic knowledge or understanding of what it means to be on the firing line experiencing the pressure of an actual cowboy competition. Sadly, some of these folks are so busy trying to impress others of their great knowledge and abilities, they totally miss the reasons we are there. Instead of wanting to grow in this sport, they would rather make excuses for why they are there and for their poor performances. When you break it down and question their motives for even being there, it usually comes down to this statement, “Well, he may be a shooter, but he’s not a cowboy action shooting competitor”. Sadly, some of these folks passing judgment on others are the very people that are in a decision making roles for our clubs.

Is it the same with Christians? How many folks do you know that claim to be a “Christian”, but yet they are not even recognizable as such? They do not know God’s Word and what the rules are for living as a Christian. They display the sin of Adam (selfishness), rather than the “Fruits of the Spirit”, love and respect, which contributes to our inability to recognize them as Christians. They can be described as Paul says in the New Testament, (1 Tim 5: 13 They get into the habit of being idle and going about from house to house (club to club). And not only do they become idlers, but also gossips and busybodies, saying things they ought not to.) Do we not witness this in our cowboy clubs? How sad that so many other shooters become hurt and discouraged by these less-caring and selfish participants and end up just drifting away with little to no notice of their absence. Far too often these very folks claiming to be servants of the Lord are not that at all. They posses the same sin as the boasters we find on our posses from time to time. Telling us all how to do it, when they are revealed to be nothing more than fools.

Let us, as true Christians, guard against being a braggart, or one to cause another to stumble when we are shooting in a match. Rather, let us be encouragers, cowboys and cowgirls that build each other up. We may not be in the company of true Christians while on the firing line, and that is the case more often times than not, but we need to remember “we may be the only Jesus” they will ever see.

In The Beginning

2008-02-19T15:49:00.000-08:00

My husband and best pard, Dogie Jones, first introduced me to “Cowboy Action Shooting” back in 2002, but I took a firm stance against ever participating in the actual shooting side of the sport. It was enough for me to try to get a handle around dressing the part of a lady that may have lived back in the time between 1850 to 1899, but after a couple of years of playing hostess to our local club and telling every cowboy and cowgirl that visited how much fun it was, those words soon convinced me to give the shooting part a try.

Dogie now tells me that, that’s when he really started enjoying his shooting even more. It was a thrill for him to watch me as I took my first baby steps in learning how to handle the guns and then to actually start shooting.

Learning to shoot, and learning to shoot well has already taught me many things about myself that I would never have known otherwise; some of which are learning to move like it matters and practice doesn’t always make perfect, but perfect practice makes perfect. Welcome to my world of “Cowboy Action Shooting”