America Wake Up, Heed God’s Promise to HEAL Our Country

Our Country, THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, is in trouble!  It seems WE THE PEOPLE are losing the very principles that this Country was founded upon by our Forefathers. Many battles were fought  to retain those principles and values and yet, WE THE PEOPLE  are just standing by watching them go down the drain by what some would call a Devil in disguise.  I just call him  the “Dishwasher”.  A silver tongue Dishwasher is hard selling the American Public a line of well scented soap that has everyone completely snowballed with its fragrance.  Do You not realize that after all those wonderful bubbly suds are gone; the only thing left with be the Dishwasher holding a pan of Dirty Water…… And you want 4 years of this? 

GOVERNMENT -  Why would anyone pass a Bill they could not read; much less understand? Red flags flying, bombs bursting in air  but,  No problem, just pass it, then you can read it and you’ll see it’s a wonderful BILL. So, they took the spoon full of sugar from those that did not know what they were talking about and passed that AWFUL TASTING BILL.  Now, they  reap what they swallowed and one by one the little ” controlling gotchas ”  fall into the pan of Dirty Water.  

MARRIAGE -  one man and one woman, as set forth in the BIBLE per God’s Law, which says they shall come to together as one.  One of those purposes is the Gift to bring forth children into the world.  If two guys or two girls can join and make this happen; then I want to be their Agent and we will make millions plus history.  However, God did not plan for things to work that way; yet Man in his infinate wisdom knows better.  “Man’s New Laws” have  changed the order of Marriage to suite his wants; not human needs – wants

LIFE is no longer a precious GIFT or Will of God  but,  a Mother’s or Doctor’s Choice of life or death for the Unborn and the Elderly.   If you can be charged for Murder if you Kill Your Child outside of Your womb, why is it not Murder to Kill Your Child inside Your Protected Womb where God itself placed the Child to grow in a SAFE Environment and Bond with it’s Mother?  Man’s Law, not God’s, has given the Mother of  Her Child, Freedowm Of Choice and a License to Kill Her Child.  Granted, She would NOT GO TO JAIL if She Chose Abortion but, I have to ask  her, how  can You Live with that Decision knowing You had a Choice  of LIFE with OTHER  Options

I saw the story on the news this evening of a young 14 year old girl being shot twice because she spoke out in favor of girls getting an education. She is recovering from her wounds but the news media is reporting that her attackers have said they will try again to kill her.  Here is a Child speaking out for rights and justice and marked to die because she wants an education. If they succeed in killing her it will be a crime.  Yet,  here in America it is LEGAL to KILL your  CHILDREN before they are even born and have a chance to attend school. What is wrong with both these stories?  WHY ARE WE KILLING OUR CHILDREN?  There is no logic here, only ignorance, fear and sin. 

Freedom of Religion as we once knew it,  was a Birth Right passed on to ALL of us, We the People, by our Founding Forefathers.  A stroke of the Mighty Pen has turned Religious Freedom, as far as Our Beliefs and Following Our Conscious,  in to something YOU might be able to pratice as long as You meet certain conditions that have become a part of  Man’s New LAW, not The Consitituation of The United States of America nor the Bill of Rights, but Man’s New Law.  And to put insult upon insult,  if ANY Religious organization  meets the government criteria but does not follow the Guidelines of Man’s New Law, they might have to close their doors or file Bankruptcy. Take heed my Christian Friends, today they strike out at Catholics but, if I were you, I’d be concern as your turn is already here.  

It was nice of the New Law to give ALL CHRISTIANS some time to think about changing their mind on how and what they are going to BELIEVE.  In other words, you  have been placed in “time out“. Now, you can  think about how naughty you were to be a “Christian“, what you have to do to CHANGE , say your SORRY, and COMPLY with THEIR Way, CURRENT GOVERNMENTS, way of thinking before this Law goes into effect.  I wonder if they think during that “time out” Christ is going to go away or God’s Words in the Bible are going to change or disappear.  Our Lord tells us that our Churches may be  closed and destroyed but HIS WORDS will NEVER fade away and HIS Kingdom will not parish. I’ll add one more to that, nor will Our FAITH DIE as long as We BELIEVE. 

 Have you ever read the book “1984″?   If you have good, if not does any of this that is happening sound familiar?  What part of History does it seem we are beginning to repeat?  I guess we didn’t learn the lesson well enough the first time. I understand there are people in this great Country of ours that say it is all a lie and things like people being put to death for their belief or put in prison never happen. Not to worry, if we don’t get back to good old fashion PRAYER they’ll have a front row seat when the movie starts.

I wonder if the Dishwasher understands what would happen if ALL those different and wonderful Religious Organizations,  that fill in the GAPS to HELP those in Need because the Government does not, won’t , refuses too or can’t help, would suddenly CLOSE their doors; because they REFUSED to COMPLY with ANY PART, wither it be understood or implied, of  “Man’s New Laws”?   What measurers, IF ANY, would the Government take to help those people that suddenly appear on the steps of the White House?  Would they really help them or simply say to the American People, “It’s your problem not ours but,  if we have to do anything for them, we’ll  make sure you get the BILL.”  Why would you cut off the hands of someone who is not only helping  take care of you but saving you a lot of money by doing so?

HEALTH CARE – don’t even get me started.  No one should be FORCED to purchase health care.  No one should be FORCED to have to make a decision to buy Food for their family instead of  Med’s or other services. 

RETIREMENT - the thought is nice but Reality says if we keep going like we are, that is something we are not going to have to worry about as we will NEVER be able to retire nor will we have anything to leave our children as the Government will own it all. 

Almighty God has given us a PROMISE that He will HEAL OUR LAND.  This Promise has 4 conditions.  We need to HUMBLE ourselves, PRAY, SEEK His Face, and TURN from our wicked ways. 

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 FORGIVE their sin and will HEAL their LAND.  2nd Chronicles 7:14

We ALL  have a CHOICE to make, healing or pain.  Salvation or death.  I PRAY WE ALL MAKE THE  RIGHT CHOICE.    Our NATION and FAMILIES depend on it. 

I LOVE My Country, These UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,  and I know there are many people that feel the way I do.  When I see our AMERICAN FLAG flying in the wind I am reminded of  our Heritage or when I hear that STAR SPANGLE BANNER,  the year is 1812 and I see Francis Scott Key writing the song while standing on the bow of a ship fighting to end the  British Rule on us.  As  I picture the bombs bursting  in air I am filled with pride and know how Bless we ALL are to be  “WE THE PEOPLE“.   I PRAY  and wait , for the Lord’s promise of HEALING…….

Neighbors, It’s time to Fire the Dishwasher, throw away the Dirty Water  and return as  “ONE NATION UNDER GOD”………. GOD BLESS AMERICA!

I’m Not ME Anymore

It has been a long time since I have put thoughts down.  I know I need a major adjustment for I feel lost, burnt out and so tired physically, mentally and spirtually.  Things I once took pleasure in now seem to be a challenge.  A business discussion or the simple activity of sorting things can become overwhelming and I want to yell STOP! I go through the motions but inside I am screaming, help or I don’t care anymore; this is not who I am –  this is not ME.

My body and spirit have been trying to recover  ever since  I was involved as a First Responder with Hurricane Katrina, then Rita, Ike and recently Irene.  It has been an emotional roller coaster of ups and downs these last years as I have tried to be a Good Stewart and help those in need, be there for  family, friends and acquaints and volunteer with various organizations, churches and as an individual.

Throw into that mix the everyday things that we need or should be doing, sprinkle with various health issues and mix well with the unexpected things that we encounter and I feel like a basket case on the verge of falling apart.

Talk to someone, I wish I could but don’t feel I can without feeling guilty about it and then I don’t know who it would be if I could.  I would feel like I would be telling  family,  church or people that are counting on me,  sorry, not today – please call and make an appointment.

You don’t want them to think you you don’t care, don’t love them, are that you are weak, and not dependable so, how do you say I need help myself when they look at you for strength and answers? How do you say fix it yourself when you know you can do it or have an idea on what to do to make it work.

How do you tell your spouse, who is the light of your life and know he is dealing with his own tiredness from long hours at work and daily stuff, or your daughters,  who you adore and who are going through their own problems and could use Mom’s support and help, that you can’t handle any situation so, let’s not go there.

How do you say please, somehow hear me as I don’t know how to tell you how fragile I really am right now. How can I say I am on over load and cannot deal with even one more thing no matter how simple it might be?   How do you erase the guilty feelings of saying I have to pay attention to me and not you?

When can No, mean I underst and what you are going through but please, just give me a little time and space so that I can be there for you but just not this minute, this hour or this day?

Please don’t think I have a huge igo as I know and so does My Lord that I am replaceable and there are others that are capable of doing the things I do.  Why can’t I see them; is my vision so obscured that I can’t see the beauty of  others ability because of all my short comings or attitude?  Lord, help me as I pray with all my heart that is not the case.  May my goal always be to strive to do your will and help my Neighbor as You have taught us.

My compassion to help runs deep.  At times it seems like I can physically feel the pain that my family or someone is going through. I can hear it in their voice or see it in their body language or the activities they do or don’t do. Sometimes it is in what goes unsaid vs. what they actually say. It hurts me when I feel helpless with hands that seem tied and cannot ease the load they carry.

I feel I have lost ME somewhere along the way.  My zeal for life, the joy that I get from family, friends, critters, church and helping my neighbor is gone.  Let’s face it, I think my attitude sucks. I have gone from I care, we can help, we can make a difference to I am tired, I hurt, I just don’t care; and then I realize what I have said or was thinking. I fight the tears as I know that is not true and it is not ME speaking. Where have I gone?

My heart breaks and I want to cover my ears when I hear of suffering or injustice. Sometimes I want to shout to the world, why do you cause each other and all of God’s creatures such grief, pain and destruction?  What do you not get about loving one another and all God’s creatures? What do you not understand about the golden rule of treating others like you yourself would like to be treated? What do we not understand about love God and love  neighbor?

I stop reading the newspaper and hesitate listening to the news or watching certain programs. I don’t want to see the suffering and pain; it’s like a knife, it cuts my heart, it hurts too much.

Where do I go,  to whom shall I turn?  Deep within a small voice answers. I feel the darkness, there is no light; He is there and will not abandon me. He seeks to guide His lost Lamb back to His Father’s Flock. He drops signs here and there for me to follow. I feel a flash of hope as I utter a single word; Jesus. I will stumble on the journey, my fears will fade as The Light creeps in, for He is with me as I return to the sanity of His Grace.

Why Go To Church?

Why Go To Church?

 A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday.   “I’ve gone for 30 years now,” he wrote, “and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons.  But for the life of me, I can’t remember a single one of them.  So, I think I’m wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all.”

This started a real controversy in the “Letters to the Editor” column, much to the delight of the editor.  It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:

“I’ve been married for 30 years now.  In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals.  But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals.  But I do know this….

They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work.  If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today.  Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!” 

 When you are DOWN to nothing…… God is UP to something!  Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible!  Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment.

Author Unknown

Source – Email

Look Into My Eyes

Today is the Anniversary of 911. I want to share this story with you.

Here I am aboard an American Airlines flight  from Richmond, VA headed to Tulsa, OK by way of Dallas, TX. I am really looking forward to getting back on home ground.  I really enjoyed being in Richmond  but friends and church await me in Tulsa, not to mention my four legged equine friends. One thing I did not expect on this flight was for me to withness the Catholic teachings of  the “Just Faith” program I had attend at  a local church. 

 As I waited for take off, I noticed an elder gentleman of maybe Indian/Muslim decent being assisted in boarding our plane. He slowly moved forward and took the seat across the aisle from me. It was hard not to notice this distinguishing looking man. His turbin gave way to a tan face with a long pepper gray beard. His intense but kind eyes seemed to be taking everything in as he took his seat. He was very well dressed in white with a black vest to match his turbin.  I glanced his way several times as we were taking off;  his eyes were closed and lips moving as if he were in prayer.

As soon as the seat belt sign went off, he got up and walked to the rear of the plane. The lady next to me turned and watched him. I knew what she was thinking. I am ashame to say, the thought had crossed my mind as well; “Where we going to arrive in Dallas in one piece?”

I thought about the lessons of injustice my class had been studying.  I wondered how many times people have had that same thought cross their minds in his presence? This fellow Child of God – because of 911 – how much indifferences has he had to deal with – how many stares, how much injustice and discrimination?

He sits silently in his seat now; his eyes closed. His shoulders  bend slightly forward as if bearing an invisable weight.  His head rests in hands that tell a story of much wear. What things does he ponder or is he in prayer?  I wonder……….

I too sit quitly reflecting upon this lesson of unjust judgement that My Lord has chosen to teach. My thoughts slowly become compassion. A prayer for my neighbor takes over as I ask that his journey be one with no ill feelings exchanged to or from people he encounters along his way. I ask that any burdens he carries be lighten.

I prayed that he would reach his destitation refreshed so he could accomplish his goals whatever they maybe. And yet, as an after thought – I hope his intentions are good; is that not a form of discrimination still trying to raise its ugly head? Lord, help me to follow your example. Let me too tell Satun, get behind me and dare not temp me with his whispers of evil.

Give us the grace to look at “all your people” as Your Children.  Lord, for ones  that appear to be less favorable in our eyes - let us see those people  through Your  eyes and learn to love them even more. Let us  realize that unless we walk in someones shoes we do not know what they are really going through; ” Judge Not Least You Be Judged”, why is this easy for us to say but hard for us to live by?  You, my Lord, are the only one who really knows what path our neighbor has walked.  Lord, help us to realize that not just some and not just the ones we choose, but  ALL are our Neighbors as  taught by your second commandment. 

Lord, you said to ask and it shall be received; knock and the door shall be open. So Lord, I ask  - help us all to work in the right way for justice, truth and freedom for the rights of all our fellow man. I knock with compassion on the door of your teachings. Guide our actions and the work of our hands; let each movement be given with love and received as a sign of hope and peace. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.    Amen.


September 11, I, like many, watched spell bound not believing what we were seeing, this could not be happening; did we not live in America the land of the free?  And yet, there
it was unfolding before us, one plane hitting the tower,

explosion, fire, silence and then screams.

Then the second tower is hit; explosion, fire,  silence and more screams.

For whatever unknown reasons, the famous Twin Towers of New York were under attack…….and so it began.

As  first responders and fire trucks arrived and people poured out to help the injured, the first tower shuttered.  Finally unable to withstand any longer the assult it had encurred… fell to the ground. 

Rubble and smoke filled the streets covering everything and everyone in it’s path.  Yet the men and women pushed on turning their focus to  the people in

the second tower.

Yet again, as time passed it too finally surrendered to the assult and fell to the ground creating a tomb for the dead and a memorial for the living.

The thing that kept going through my mind, as I sat, watched and prayed, was that after this things as we knew them to be would never again be the same as they once were.

To those who lost their lives…….We Remember

To those who survived………….. We Hear You

To the next Generation…………..As Christians We Will Forgive -     

Learn The Lesson –  Move Forward - and Work To Establish Peace.

Cardinal Arabians – the Farm

CARDINAL ARABIANS” is a small “Mom and Pop” horse  farm located in a rural community in the Southwest part of Texas.

Our Farm pride shows in the Quality, not quantity, of the horses that we bred and raised and in the Honesty of the handshake that greets you when you come for a visit.

 As noted in my prior post,  “From Books to the Farm”, I fell in love with horses from the time I read Black Beauty and watched Roy Rogers with Trigger and saw Flicka on tv.  I was blessed with a wonderful friend, who later became my husband, who made it possible for me to live the dream and be part of the wonderful world

of being owned by a horse.

The farm’s name “Cardinal Arabians” , is a tribute to the lady, who was also my friend, my Mother.

  Mother’s favorite birds were Cardinals.

On Christmas Day in 1996, Our Lord called her home to help Him celebrate His son, Jesus, birthday. In honor of my Mother, we named the farm “Cardinal Arabians”.

And in answer to your question yes, we do have Cardinals at the farm.  I can’t even begin to tell you how much I still miss my Mother  but, Our Lord was merciful and His  gift of the Cardinals helps to bring me peace . The birds  greet me every morning as I sit on the back porch and watch the horses graze in the pastures; and then, I share a cup of coffee  with my Mother.

Clay Ball or Treasurer

My daughter sent this to me by email. There was no name on the post so I do not know where it originated or who to give credit too.

I wanted to share this with you as the message it bares should be heeded.

Clay  Balls

A man was exploring caves by the Seashore.  In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls.  It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake.   They didn’t look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him.

 As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.  

He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock .  Inside was a beautiful, precious stone! 
Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls.  E ach cont

ained a similar treasure.  He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.   

Then it struck him.  He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves.  Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!  
It’s like that with people.  We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel.  It doesn’t look like much from the outside.

 It isn’t always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.  

We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy.

 But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.  

There is a treasure in each and every one of us.  If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth. 

May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.   
I am blessed by the gems of friendship I have.

 Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel. 





Do not ask the Lord to Guide your Footsteps if you are not willing to MOVE your Feet’