I always wanted to be a dancer. A cowgirl. A granddaughter.
I danced as a gymnast in high school, but honestly didn’t have much talent.
I learned to ride a horse, and still ride great if the horse trains me right.
I stayed for a couple of summers with my maternal grandmother and I still treasure the days with her. As a teacher, she made sure I took time to read and treated that time as a reward. I still think of reading time as such. We fished, hiked, ate fresh raspberries, and she taught me how to pick out the perfect cantaloupe.
I am a dancer. I turn on the music, twirl around the living room and then write down the feeling of joy that comes.
I am a cowgirl when as I brush my old horse and then write about the antics of the characters in my books.
Though my Gramma passed on years ago, I am a granddaughter still. I giggle while playing in the little plastic pool on the patio with my two year old grandchild.
I am all these things because I believe I am. In my dreams, I can be anything. When reality comes along, some of that belief remains.
Tomorrow I am going to be a performer in Cody’s Wild West extravaganza. What are you going to be?
When your tasks seem a little heavy and overwhelming, remember to do one thing at a time quietly, and leave the rest because the rest is not your job. What you cannot get through you must hand back to God and He will work it out for you. White Eagle
We live in a noisy and chaotic world. Just for a few moments, shut the organizer, hibernate the computer, turn off the phone and sit quietly. Breathe. Drift…
There, did you hear it?
Wasn’t it wonderful?
Oh Lord, I reckon I’m not much just by myself. I fail to do a lot of things I ought to do. But Lord, when trails are steep and the passes high, help me to ride it straight all the way through. And when in the falling dusk I get the final call, I do not care how many flowers they send – above all else the happiest trail would be for you to say to me, “Let’s ride my friend.” Amen. Roy Rogers
Roy Rogers had it figured out. Prayer does not need to be difficult. It is nothing more than two friends talking honestly and openly with each other. And remembering to say please and thank you. What a world this could be if folks could simply say please and thank you, especially to those they love the most.