And on the seventh day God ended His work. He rested on the seventh day from all His work, which He had done. Genesis 2:2
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
And on the seventh day God ended His work. He rested on the seventh day from all His work, which He had done. Genesis 2:2
Friday, November 30, 2012
Tomorrow, Saturday, Floresville is having our Festival of Lights. The day will begin at 2 p.m. with activities and entertainment around the courthouse square, with vendor booths set up on the courthouse lawn. And the parade at 6:00 or 6:30. (the pictures are ones I took a couple years ago here) We missed it last year, because we were in Round Rock "celebrating" at Round Rock Hospital!!
We watched a new Hallmark movie last night..."A Christmas Wish"...I liked it and it had a good ending!!! I can count on Halmark Movies to make me feel fine!!!I felt so good after watching it.
But then we watched The Office, and I was so repulsed by some of it, I don' want to watch it any more. I am glad it is in it's last season!
And then we watched Nashville. and I sort of like it, especially the music, but some of it does not lift my spirits at all...I wish it were not such a "dark" drama!!!
I am going through my library to see if there is a book I can read over again, and give me a good feeling...I need something good and interesting to read!
Oh, the last two issues of Texas Monthly was very interesting. Both had the complete story of Michael Morton by Pamela Collof in Part one and Part two. "The Innocent Man". Wow it was so good I could not put it down. Because I knew how it ended. I knew this man served 25 years for a murder he did not do! And he is not bitter, angry, but is a changed man, because he found the Lord in prison. He had not seen his son in years, and they established a father son relationship now. I felt very good, when I finished this month's edition.
Then the last issue has a picture of Willie Nelson and an awesome story about him and his music, and songs writing...such a positive story. I loved it.
Then today I got my new issue of "Mysterious Ways, more than a coincidence" put out by Guideposts, and it made me feel soooo good, and built my faith even more. The stories in there are so great...true stories of God's mysterious ways and things that happened to where you just know there is a God. No explanation .....but God.
Some people probably don't like me writing about the LORD so much because you cannot tell anyone about God and they will believe you. You have to experience God to believe. If a person is not a believer it is hard to believe the things a believer tells you. I know, cause I was once there. I don't blame them for having a hard time listening to someone talk about God, Jesus, or the Holy Spirit. I was just like them once.
Well, I need to go see if Julie wants to watch TV with me, or watch it in her room. I probably will have to get really mad and make her get up. But lately she has become very sedentary and sleeps too much. She falls asleep watching TV with me, at every show we watch. I don't know what to do about that. Liz and she needs to do something where she has to walk a lot! I am getting worried about her. Well, I am worried about my life style too. ha. Like mother like daughter.
Tomorrow is going to be a good day. Just you wait and see!
So I will try Blogger again today.
If anyone has been reading my blogs, they know I have been going through a really blah and depressing time....for the last month or two. I am not excited or look forward to anything these days. If you never have been like that, you don't know what I mean. If you have, you know how hard it is get out of it. Even if you have lots of faith, and pray, and read your bible, and try to think positively, it is like you are slogging through the mud and can't get anywhere. You make yourself get dressed and go somewhere, but you can't wait to get back home, and go into your cozy nest and hibernate some more.
That is not like me. I used to have so much energy, and vim and vigor and so many irons in the fire, the day was not long enough. I never was bored. Cause I made something happen, if there was nothing happening. I had so many friends, and my kids had friends, and our house was always full of people.
Well these days I just am tired. I am tired of making things happen. I have to force myself to plan something.
Yesterday, Kristi called me to see how I was. And we had a long conversation ...3-way..cause Julie was on the phone too! It is so good to talk to my daughters and we have a great conversation....we all talk ....and before we hung up, I was feeling so much better, we laughed and talked, about everything. Kristi suggested I go back on my Lexapro, the antidepressant I have taken for 10 years, since Eddie first had Alzheimers....I decided to stop taking it, about 2 or 3 months ago. Maybe that is why I am so darn blah and depressed. I started again last night to take it.
Last night Julie said I need prayer. So....she prayed for me. She prayed a great prayer. I told her to cast that spirit of depression out of me. So she did!
I am only going to watch inspirational and positive shows on the TV. I have stopped watching shows I usually like to watch...in the past...like The Good Wife, Cold Case, Criminal Minds, Dateline (mostly shows about wives murdering their husbands and husbands murdering their wives), and now I am going to stop watching Parenthood. So many unhappy depressing things going on there in the family. I am depressed when it is over!
We live in a depressing time for America and all over the world. I don't need any more heaped upon me. I started reading an Ann Tyler book this week...I was so depressed reading it, at what was happening with the family in the book, I put it on the shelf. I am not going to read things like that to make me depressed.
This morning I was reading my bible. I always read the Psalm for today. Since today is the 30th, so it is Psalm 30...where it says "For His anger is but for a moment, but His favor is for a lifetime or in His favor is life. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning."
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Police Departments, Policemen and 94-year old friend
-The other day I went to Jim Miller's Photography in Floresville. I like Jim. I met him 4 years ago. He is a good photographer. He took the pictures out at my family reunion in 2008, at the Floresville City Park by the San Antonio River.
-Jim is running for city council in Floresville. We need something good to happen to our city government and we need it fast. The politics here are so terrible, and people have been slinging mud as they say, and the Internet makes it worse. But people need to be careful, because all your dirty laundry is out there for everyone to see. I think Jim Miller is one man who can change things for good. I had gone by to get a sign from Jim, to put in our yard. I hope he wins. He will be a great councilman.
- When I went it, I saw Jim in the back room and as soon I came in the door, he called out to me. "Hi Lois, come on in". I didn't even know he knew who I was. I asked him if I was interrupting something, because I saw three men with him.
-He said, "No we are just discussing crime in Floresville."
-I found out that there was the police chief, and two of his policemen in there. I joined them. I got to hear all about crime in Floresville, the statistics from the last few years. And where the most crime occurs and what most of the crime is. Well, of course it is drugs.
-I got to hear how the police department needs more policemen. They are short handed - especially since the Eagle Ford oil boom. Floresville is growing by leaps and bounds. I can attest to that. Traffic out on Hwy 181 is terrible.
-The only place I can drive in the "slow lane" these days are in the residential areas, like ours.
- When they finished I introduced myself, and finally met the police chief face to face and his men, and told them where we lived. They agreed with me, that we live in peaceful. And there hardly is any crime out here. Thank you Lord.
-Policemen and women have a hard job. They put their lives in dangerous situations all the time. I applauded the police chief and his men for the good jobs they are doing and I am so glad I got to meet them in person. And it was a positive situation!
-Brad Parker, my grandson is going to be a Ft. Worth Policeman next week. He is graduating from the Ft.Worth Police Academy next Friday. I will be there. Brad has already put his life on the line, having done two tours in Iraq and a Marine. He knows what he is facing. He has a wife and Kendall and two little girls, Ava and Allie. I have never stopped praying for Brad and his little family, and I will continue to pray for them forever.
-I called Eleanora Talley this week to see if she would for us to take her out to lunch some day. She loved the idea. So when Julie and Liz get back from Jettie's, our hair stylist, we are going to go over and pick Eleanora up and take her to lunch. I think we are going to Laguna’s up on Hw 181. Eleanora is such a sweet little old lady. I can call her that, because she is even older than me!! She is 94. Her daughter lives with her. Sandra has been the one constant thing in Eleanora’s life since Troy, Eleanor’s husband died many years ago. I don’t know what she would have done without Sandra. She takes care of her mama. I got to know Eleanora when I did a story about her two years ago. I am so blessed to have her for my friend. She is so bright, chipper and has a fantastic memory! She has had quite an interesting life.
-As usual, if I want to have a life - I am the one that has to do it. So I am not bored as long has I have the sense to plan something. But it beats me why no one else plans things and invites us. Why doesn't anyone ever call us and ask "You want to go to lunch today?" or "I am going to eat lunch at Jack's Cafe or Delilah's - so do you want to meet me there". Well, I have always been a leader or a go-getter, so I will do that till the day I die. But then I am the oldest of 8 kids, and some people think I am bossy. So be it. I have learned if you want something, go out and get it. Don’t wait around for things to come to you. And make things happen!
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
We had our Zook/Wauson Family Reunion last weekend. We had in New Braunfels at Gruene Outpost Lodge. We checked in about 3:30. A little while later my daughter Kristi and her husband Chuck arrived and checked in at their cabin, and Taylor, my granddaughter from Ft. Worth and Brett her husband and their kids arrived. A little while later we had a little sandstorm and then a thunder storm that didn't last long. The temperature went from 103 to about 83 in a matter of 30 minute. Then my granddaughter Jessica came with her son Ayden. I was excited and happy.
We went to Freddie's for supper.....did you ever hear of "Freddie's"? I found out they are all over the South. I love that restaurant. I wish we had one in Floresville. They have the best hamburgers or should I say, "steakburgers"...they were Steak not hamburger. and milkshakes and icecream. So we sat there eating, talking, and visiting with all of them, including Tay's and Brett's Dylan and Zayne and Ayden. Those kiddos are so darn cute, always smiling,never frowning, always laughing and talking...are so friendly, they don't know a stranger. And such fun! I loved being around them. Grandparents have so much fun!
As we left Freddies, the cool air brushed our faces with a cool breeze. The atmosphere had changed from hot and humid, most unbearable......to cool, moist, and smelling like it does after a rain. This felt like heaven!
We went back to the OUtpost Lodge. Then sat up our lawn chairs in front of our cabin facing the river. We sat there for several hours, in the cool night breeze, watched as the lightening bugs started lighting up - down by the trees by the river. Then they became more numerous and then there was like an army of fireflies flitting everywhere in the darkness. Zayne and Dylan and Ayden began chasing fireflies with Jessica helping them. Then Jessica and Taylor and Brett played Red Light/Green Light with them and we watched and laughed at them and with them.
I began to think about all the family reunions we have had in the Zook family throughout the years..it was so pleasant just sitting out there in the cool night air, the smell of the river especially after the little shower and the sight of the fireflies and the occasional shooting star, made me remember former days when our family sat all together on the river bank talking and laughing and loving each other. As old as I am, there have been many such nights, many! They first began in the 1940's at my Uncle Warren Zook's farm by the San Antonio River. His farm was part of the original farm land that my Grandfather Zook bought back about 1906. His son Gary still owns the farm. Those years it was a whole weekend down by the river. All my aunts and uncles came then. Uncle Everett from Houston and his wife, Alta, Aunt Maurine from Brownsiville and then Houston, Aunt Ola Dee from Houston, Aunt Gladys (a Catholic nun who changed her name to Sister Agatha Linn), Uncle Warren and Aunt Janie. I remember sitting up late in the night, listening to the "old folks" laughing and talking and my daddy and uncles telling "tall tales" and my aunts arguing with them that they had the story wrong. The same cool air was there, the same smells, and also the smell of the wood smoke from the fire drifted across us kid as we nodded and fell asleep on the pallets. All these memories were brought back to me Friday night down by the river. old picture below taken in the early 1940's. from left to right is Ola Dee, Warren, Aunt Gladys, Everett, Lawrence (daddy), Maurine and the Everett's dog Lassie.
Later my nephew, Scott and Karen and son Brandon came down there from their cabin,and sat with us chatting and then Jeff, Carmen, Brandon her son, and my sister, Margaret came awhile after they had gone to eat supper, as did my brother Sam and Rose.. But then most people left to go to the cabins, it was late - around midnight....and I was sitting out there alone...and was thinking "How come I was so lucky, or blessed to still experience this at my age?" I could have sat out there by the river all night, thinking I might need to go in and get a sweater or a blanket, it was that cool.
So I finally went to my cabin, where Jessica was putting Ayden to sleep on a pallet, then she went up to Brett and Taylor's cabin where they had put their kids to bed, and then they sat outside to await my grandson,Brad and Kendal and their two little girls who got there about 12:30 a.m.. I think they all sat up and talked for a long time after that. I remember those old days when I used to sit up and talk half the night with people. Oh for the good old days! I knew I had to be rested for tomorrow because I had volunteered to babysit all the great-grandkiddos while Kristi and Chuck and all her kiddos went tubing on the Comal River.
After over 70 years of Zook Family reunions I was ready for one more day of memories. Saturday afternoon my daughter and her kiddos ready for tubing on the Comal River.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
I began this story this way, because I was thinking of ceasing to write my column for the Wilson County News. I have written several hundred columns and was thinking I was running out of things and people to write about. I have written about my family, my husbands family, my daddy's family, my mother's family, and their ancestors and also about people in Wilson County, Floresville, Poth, Sutherland Springs, La Vernia, and San Antonio. I have written about buildings, dances, peanut thrashing time, the Peanut Festival, and Poth High School.
So I was thinking I had just about run out of things and people to write about. My heart just was not in it like it used to be. After my accident (falling down some steps and shattering my foot and knocking a big knot on my head and going through all that last December and January), I am not able to get around like I used to. It would be easier for people to come to my house for my interviews. I had just about made up my mind one day to make the call that would tell the paper, I would not be writing my column any more. But I sent in one last story, not about a person, but about a crape myrtle bush in my back yard. I had written the story in one of my blogs. I love the story, but would anyone else like it? I didn't care, because I loved writing it.
The next day I was going to call Elaine, my publisher to tell her, I quit.
But something happened before I made that call. That morning I received an email from a reader that I think was sign of what I was to do.
This is what it said:
My name is Cheryl Reeves and I live in Dilley, Texas. We take the Wilson County News and I always read your column.You bring memories to life and it's like you are telling people to slow down and enjoy everything around you for some day it won't be there.I'm 68 and my husband is 83.I have told my son, since they were little boys - to love and enjoy what you have and look and see all the beautiful things around you.Most people now a days are in too big a hurry. Life goes by fast enough, slow down.
I want to thank you so much for your column, it's a breath of fresh air and remembrances. I also want to say I do hope you are doing better. Be strong and believe and keep watching those crepe myrtle trees, for they are so beautiful.
Thank your Cheryl for those kind words!
Then the next thing happened was that I saw my brother Bob Zook later that day at my brother, Lawerence Zook's birthday party.
Bob took me aside and told me,"Hey I wanted to tell you that I sure liked your column in the paper this week about the crape myrtle tree. I sure could relate to what your were writing about, after what we have been through these last months".
Thanks you Bob!!! What was even more amazing about that, was that I know Bob likes to read my columns, even though Bob has given me more stories about him and his growing up days, than any of my relatives!!! And a lot of them are about him! He has taken a lot of ribbing from his friends about them. Bob hasn't told me often that he really liked my column in the paper. Especially if it was about him! So, for him to tell me that, was amazing because of the timing! Was this a sign from God too?
Two people in one day?
So, for now I am still writing. I will tell you all when I am through!
By the way, I will probably be at the Florsville Opry next week, on the 4th of July! It's going to be an awesome night of old time country music, dancing, and good time to see all your old friends, who you haven't seen in a long time. Last Opry, I found out my old friend, Elsie Buchanan was there and I didn't get to see her! Elsie is a good friend of Pat Johnson Fox of the band "PLAYING TO WIN". This is the house band for the Opry. I first met Elsie in 1949 when she and I worked for Rowles Sale Co. on Hoefgen St. in San Antonio. We were both young single girls fresh out of high school. We became friends after that, married, and had a bunch of kids each. Then we lost touch and finally reunited about 10 years ago. I hope she is there July 4th.
Friday, February 3, 2012
It feels so good to have that heavy boot off my foot. But it still hurts to walk on it. I went to the Dollar Store yesterday afternoon for some things ( I rather go there than to HEB...it is so big and crowded and hard to find a parking space). When I got home, Julie was supposed to be ready and we were going to the Floresville Opry at 5:00 to get a good table. It was to start at 6:00. Janie came to our house to go with us, and when we got there at 5:00 we still couldn't find a table near the dance floor. We like to watch the country western dancers! Margaret got there late, about 6:20 and our friends Lee Schultz and Dee Day, and a couple of their friends got there about 5 after 6:00. We had such a good time. There were 7 of us. Janie, and the other two couples really had a good time. We left about 8:15 because we wanted to go the tail end of Pastor Bennie's birthday party and the church.
We got home around 9:30 and although we were happy and contented after having such a good time, I was extremely tired, and my foot hurt so badly. I immediately went to bed! Left Julie up to do her usual ritual before going to bed. Jack can't jump up on her bed, after his surgery, so she put his "doggie bed" by her bed on the floor and he was content and slept there all night. He is such a good dog. Sweet.
It was so nice to see all my friends from the Historical Society last night. It has been almost 3 months since I have seen most of them. It was at our meeting in Nov. l love history, so I missed seeing my friends who have the same interest I do. Last night at the Opry, while listening to the singers and the music, I got pretty nostalgic at times...remember my younger days, in my teens and when I used to love to listen to those old songs they sang last night. "Westfalia Waltz", "I Love You Because" by Leon Payne, "I Fall to Pieces", "Crazy Arms" and "Cold Cold Heart" (was that by Patsy Cline?)> and two of my favorites, "Jackson" and "Your Cheating Heart"...and April Hall and this guy from the band sang "Jackson" almost as good as Johnny and Julie Carter Cash did.
Margaret and I sat there and reminisced the times we used to dance to those old tunes with our husbands, Eddie and Johnny ...the Wauson Brothers. They liked to dance too.
When the band started playing the Cotton-eyed Joe, and the Schottish, two of me and Margaret's old time favorite dances, I remembered the fun times we used to have dancing those dances, and also my kiddos and their kiddos, my grandchildren, love to dance.
At times sitting there listening to the music and songs and watching the people dancing the waltz, two steps and polkas, I got a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, as I remembered the good times.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
I want to write about my daughter Julie. I think this has made me appreciate more what she goes through on a daily basis. And has gone through for almost 30 years. But it has been slow, and she has had a mother pushing her all the way. Ha. All her life she has wanted to give up when it was too hard. Like when she took sewing in Homemaking in Jr. Hi. I would hear her in the bedroom trying to sew a skirt on my sewing machine. I say "hear her" because she would be yelling and crying and saying "I can't do this!" I came in the room and consoled her and tried to help her guide the needle through the cloth, as the tears flowed. She kept saying she wanted to give up. She passed Homemaking that year, but just barely. She never went near a sewing machine again.
And that is just one of the stories I have to tell about how I have been a pushy mother. I admit it. Let's say I am encourager. I don't want my children to ever give up on the dream they have.
In 1994, when Julie and Mike divorced, Julie and her caregiver Mickey moved into a little 2-bedroom apartment. Julie was still in a wheelchair, and Mickey was doing mostly everything for Julie, because that is what had always been done. I got Julie back into therapy, and told the therapists I knew Julie could walk. That was our goal, for Julie to walk. And Julie did walk. It was hard for Mickey to break old habits..she told me so. But she did. She wanted Julie to become independent too.
Finally Julie bought a nice 3-bedroom, 2-bath home. Mickey moved to Georgia near our good friend Mildred, and started nursing school. Julie lived alone with a caregiver coming 4 hours a day.
The last 8 years Julie has lived with us....or I have lived with Julie for the last 5 years. She has a caregiver 5 days a week. But she has come so far.
Since I have been hurt and had be "disabled" with first a wheelchair and then a walker, Julie has been wanting to take care of me. She is always asking me if I want her to bring me something. Several times when I am sitting in my lounge chair watching TV, she comes in with some goody on her rolling tray for me to eat! If I say I need something from the kitchen and start to get up, she will say, "Don't get up, Mom. I will get it!" and before I can even move she has raised her electric lounge chair and stood up, and walked in the kitchen with her cane, slowly, I might say and got what I was going to get, bringing it back to me on her rolling tray
Last night she got up to go in the kitchen. I heard her and asked what she was doing. She said she wanted some Honey Nut Cheerios. She asked if I wanted some too. I said I did. She said she was just going to eat hers plain with no milk. But I wanted milk. She said okay. Later she came in rolling the tray, limping, and with the cereal box, a bottle of milk, two spoons and two bowls on the tray. She helped me pour the cereal in the bowl, I poured the milk, then she went back to her chair and poured the cereal into her bowl, then went back in the kitchen to put the milk back in the fridge, and cereal on the counter and pushed the rolling cart back in place. By the time she came back to the living room, (remember she is slow), I had already eaten most of my cereal.I had a warm feeling come over me, as I saw the look on her face, that she had accomplished something by herself.
I could see she was feeling so good about herself. You know when you help someone else, it makes you feel good. I think Julie is "paying it forward". And she always did have a compassionate heart.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tim Tebow vs. Roger Staubach
I have always been a sports fan since I was a young girl on the farm. I was athletic (voted most athletic girl my senior year in high school), a tomboy (I could throw a hay bale on the wagon right along with my brothers and daddy).
And played on our country softball team at Kasper School (one of just two girls on the team of boys). If you want to read the whole story, read the chapter called “Sports and Softball Dreams in my book “Rainy Days and Starry Nights.”
I have followed football - high schools, college and Pro football all my life. I still do.
So last Sunday I was watching TV, the Denver Broncos playing the Pittsburg Steelers. What a game! When Pittsburg tied the game and they had to go into overtime I was heartbroken. See, I am a Denver football fan. When the cowboys are not playing, I like Denver. Mainly I like watching Tim Tebow. What a quarterback! And what an example of a man! Reminds me of Roger Staubach. Even though Staubach doesn't talk often about his faith, he is a Christian and a good moral man, worthy of having your sons look up to him.
Tebow comes from a strong Christian family, having been raised in a missionary family. He believes in God and only wants to give glory to God. He doesn’t believe in giving glory to Him if they win, just for guiding him and helping him do what he does and doing it well.
Well I was sorta nervous, in one way I was thinking, after they won the toss and was to receive, they can do this! But then I was chicken and was afraid to watch it. I am not a good loser. I want to win. So when Pittsburg lined up to kick off, I didn’t want to watch. I was a coward. So I turned to another channel!
And everyone knows what happened! I missed it! On the first play, Tebow threw a long pass to Demaryius Thomas and Thomas caught the ball, for an 80-yard touchdown to win the game! I was so mad at myself! Why didn’t I trust Tebow enough to believe he could do it? I would have never turned the TV off if that had been Roger Staubach! I never ever doubted he could save the Cowboys. He always did too!
Maybe because Roger was older than Tebow is now? I don’t know. He seems so young. If he does as well this Sunday, maybe I won’t turn the game off in the future when it is a close game. Right now, my heart just can’t take it. But maybe God won’t mind if I pray that Tim Tebow throws another “hail-Mary” pass like he did Sunday to win the game”.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
So I will have my own time with God this morning, as I play some praise and worship music and read my Bible, and get in the Spirit and see what God has for me this Sunday. He will tell me something I am sure! Wish someone was here to join me. But if not, I don't mind being alone, because Jesus is my comforter and Father and husband, and all things I want Him to be.
I can find God in everything.
Like that full moon last night reminded me of the nights that fall and winter of 1950 when Eddie and I were going together. We had become engaged 4 weeks after we started dating. We were so in love and planning our marriage. He didn't have a car, so our dates were on the bus, or walking down cold streets at night talking about our future, with our arms around each other, bundled up against the cold.
So later on when I finally am healed, I hope God shows me the good things that have come out of this time in my life. I know He will. He already has shown me some treasures!
I hope God talks to you all this Sunday .... I trust that He will and me too.
Friday, January 6, 2012
When our pastor in charge of community groups in our church, in 1989, asked Eddie and me to become“lay pastors” and start holding weekly meetings in our home This was First United Church of Bedford, which was on Airport Freeway between Ft. Worth and Dallas. It was a big church of over 2000 and had over 50 community groups all over the Metroplex, which met in homes once a week.
We were praying about whether to do this but we had not come an agreement between us. Eddie was hesitant to be lay pastors, and I was saying “Yes, let’s do it.”
So we decided to take a weekend road trip to get away by ourselves and seek God for an answer.
We had driven up into Oklahoma, taking leisurely side trips down back roads to check out interesting towns and buildings.
That night we checked into a motel in a small town in Oklahoma. Before going to bed that night we decided to pray together. First Eddie prayed then I prayed. We both were asking the Lord to tell us what we should do about taking on this important job in our church. I ended my prayer by asking the Lord to send us a sign if He wanted us to be Lay Pastors. If He was saying “yes” I asked Him to send us a white dove for a confirmation. If we saw a white dove we would know He was confirming it to us. If not, we would know it was not time.
Next morning we headed back to Texas but then suddenly one of us said, “Why don’t we go to East Texas?” and turned east to head that way. About an hour later, we were driving through a small town, and spied a “garage sale” sign across the railroad tracks. Well we drove around that town and never saw a garage sale.
But as we driving down the last street, we spied an old brick bank building that was restored into an antique place. We got out and went in. It was packed full of antiques and collectibles. The ceiling was high and the place was beautiful.
Suddenly we heard a sound like “who-who-who” or maybe “coo-coo-coo” We looked to the ceiling looking for maybe an owl. Then we heard the sound right near the door as we stood there. We turned to the sound and our mouths dropped open!
There stood a 4 ft. cage with two of the most beautiful white doves I had ever seen!
We looked at each other laughing and I said, “Well I guess there is our answer!”
Eddie said smiling, ‘Yes one for you and one for me!”
The rest of the trip we didn’t even think about what the future held, because God had shown us that He was going to be with us every step of the way. And for many years God sent a white dove when I was praying and wondering if God even heard me.
That day He provided us with two doves to make sure we saw them!
A week later my son Trent sent me a beautiful silk flower arrangement for my birthday. The florist had added two white doves to the flowers. Trent said he didn't tell him to do that! I guess the Lord had told the florist to do that for me!! That week I had two or three birthday cards with two white doves on them! Sometimes God needs to bombard us with something when He wants so get our attention! These last 25 years God has sent me white doves when He wants me to know He is in my presence!
We started our community group with 4 people. We were lay pastors of the group for 4 years and it grew to 40 people. So many people were saved, healed, delivered, and were ministered to and all became very close friends and members of our family. Our house became a house of prayer for many years.
Picture: Someone gave me this Christmas ornament that year. Two white doves in a white cage. Almost exactly like the ones we saw that day.
Eddie and me when we were lay pastors at First United Methodist Church in Bedford, Tx.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
But I can always look for a silver lining in the darkness, you know, and that is what I am doing these days.
We have my physical therapist, my occupational therapist, my home health aide (to help me with showers), and the nurse all coming during the week, so I have made lots of new friends! I have been able to share my testimony with them, and Julie's too. I tell them how God is so good because He has been with us all the way all these years. Julie and I have never turned away from the Lord. He has been our rock and our guiding light.
And I have the most wonderful hair stylist, Jettie. She came yesterday to do my hair after me having my shower and washing my hair. She brought her friend Jim who is visiting from Waco. We all sat in Julie's room and talked and laughed while Jettie did my hair. Isn't that a wonderful friend? And Julie's Jack Russell Terrier was in 7th heaven! Kept hopping up in Jim's lap to be loved!!! I think he smelled dogs on Jim because Jettie raises dogs and horses!!!
And last night our sweet neighbor, Lucy, sent her daughter Barb, down to check on us and see if we wanted anything. Lucy has had the flu. This is the first time we met Barb. She and her husband Juan, just moved here from Mexico, which they left because of all the violence there. Juan's best friend was kidnapped and murdered by the drug cartel. If you have money in Mexico, you have to keep it secret!
They are such a sweet couple. He is the one who baked the delicious bread for us that we took to Round Rock that Saturday before my world turned upside down that Sunday.
So these days I get very tired and have to take a nap in the afternoon. And see, I am not complaining. I am saying God always makes something good out of the bad thing. I have found out how blessed I really am. And it has a few times come from the least expected things.
I am so thankful for the ones who came to the hospital in Round Rock to see me: Beverly (several times), Kristi ( every day), Jessica (several times), Gerry ( who read the bible me that day). It made me feel so loved!! I would have felt so lost and scared if they hadn't been there to cheer me up. Oh and my pastors from Floresville Christian Fellowship, Bennie and Jeanette who drove all the way to Round Rock that Sunday night to pray for me!!
And then at St. Luke's Baptist in San Antonio where I had brain surgery, there were so many loved ones coming to see me, I felt so much love like: Margaret,(two times), Bob, Sam & Rose (several times), Donny, Lil Red, Kristi and Chuck from Belton (two times), Wayne and Nyeli and kiddos, Lee Schultz (our new friend that we met at the Floresville Opry).Also Pastors Bennie and Jeanette and Pastor Dorie. My I am so blessed!!!
And there were many phone calls from people too far away to visit; My grandchildren in Ft. Worth, Brad,Taylor and Stephanie, my son in Bolivia, Trent, my granddaughter in Florida, Sierra, my son Derek, my Aunt Clare in Georgia, my nephew Rusty and his wife Lali, my dear friend Beverly who I have known for over 50 years. I am very blessed!!!and probably I am forgetting someone. If I have I will feel badly!!!
Happy New Year to all my loved ones. And thank you everyone who has made me think that life is worth living after all!