Today, I want to share with you something very personal to me… My little red prayer box. Have you ever felt your prayer life to be floundering or nonexistent? Yeah, me too. I have been through seasons of closeness with God and seasons when I couldn’t find my way. Times when praise filled my heart…
Buck Crabtree would come by our house about once a week. He was an old man–I’m not sure how old; but I think he may have traded a few chariot horses with Moses. Roger and I would be out feeding or fixing something and we would see Buck coming up in his old blue pickup….
I confess, I am not a great gift giver. I can think of countless gifts for my children; but for everyone else, its a dark abyss. Last Christmas I gave my mom a couple of things, maybe perfume and earrings. I don’t really remember. Turns out the gift I gave her on a whim…
My daughter Kaitlyn and I navigated new territory through brush and open country on a long horseback ride recently. One trail led us to a running stream—enough running water for Kaitlyn’s new horse to be unsure of crossing. She gave “Parker” an opportunity to smell the water and think about dipping a hoof. All the while…
A poem I wrote this summer {2016} A little insight. This is who I am and where I am from… I Am From… I am from the dust of a West Texas plain Singing in the endless blowing breeze Stringy hair, pearl snaps, red cowgirl boots A seed of a girl in the Texas dirt