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Communication Brings Rewarding Life Lessons

Communication Life Lessons – Post #2

Hello! I’m so glad you’re here! It’s really chilly today so I invite you to grab a cup of something hot, pull up a chair, and join me for a visit.

If you’re new to the blog, you’ve joined us in the midst of a story about how simple communication and trusting God can teach us  transform our lives and teach us incredible life lessons.

I encourage you to read the first post in this series by simply click here.  It will make this post make more sense!

Ok, let’s get back to our story!!

Prayer Brings Communication

From last weeks post you know that two little hand written prayer requests found their way right back to the hand that wrote them. I thought I had been so sneaky in passing them off to the Prayer Team Members! Until they landed right back in my very own pile!

But as much as I dreaded praying for the two men that had shattered my heart, those prayers released the hurt and anger in me.

It left.

It was so odd.

The best way I can describe it, is like a vapor that simply vanished.

The hurt, the heartache, the anger, the resentment.

Gone.

And Then. . .

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Two months later my daughter calls and tells me her dad is coming to her new house for Thanksgiving.

WHAT?

My own issues came screaming back.

All I could think of was he hasn’t seen you since you were 17 and suddenly he wants to come for Thanksgiving dinner! You’ve got to be kidding me! Great! Here we go again. He’s going to come and hurt her and I will have to . . . well let’s just say . . . hurt him VERY Badly.

Thank Heaven’s I did not say any of that to her. But I sure was thinking it! And a lot more that is simply not appropriate to share here!

I was ready for the fight. Because even though Mika and her Dad were trying to heal their relationship, I was stuck in the past.

I did not want to ruin my daughter’s Thanksgiving because of my own stuff.

Luckily, my sister and her husband were already planning on going to my daughter’s for the holiday. Yesssss!  They could stand by her through this and we all agreed, well, everyone but Mika, that I should just stay away.

All was going as planned. They were all having a pleasant holiday . . . until my sister announced that she and my brother-in-law had to leave after dinner and drive on to Arizona to visit my brother-in-law’s family.

Reasonable enough.  It’s a holiday and my brother-in-law would like to see his family too.

But wait! That wasn’t part of our plan! I wanted them to hang out and give Mika support.

I over-reacted, threw some clothes in a bag, turned out horses, loaded up dogs, and jumped in my car. I made the nearly 4 hour drive to Cortez in less than 3.

I turned in her driveway, and . . . there he was.

The man I had hated for years.

Standing there like he was king of the world.

I waited for it. . . the anger . . . the resentment . . . the sick feeling . . . the hurt.

But it never came.

There was literally nothing.

It was like seeing a stranger that you knew nothing about.

Bland

Then I realized it.

God had played a sneaky on ME!  He had snuck in and made me pray for this man so I would be prepared for this very moment.

I was able to greet him and say my pleasantries unaffected by all the things he had done and said over the years.

I walked right on in the house and visited with my family before my sister and brother-in-law had to leave.  Had a very pleasant visit, and a wonderful Thanksgiving afternoon.

Later that night, Dean had to “make a beer run” and asked me to go with him.  Normally I would have found any excuse in the world to not go with him, but instead I agreed.  And I’m glad I did. It gave us a few minutes of privacy to have some very deep, difficult heart to heart communication about a lot of water that had passed under our bridge. He apologized for being a, well, I’ll clean it up some, a jerk, all those years.  And I was able to tell him that I thought he should have been involved in our daughter’s life over the years, and how badly it hurt ME when he didn’t come to her wedding.

I swallowed my pride and apologized for everything I did to contribute to our dysfunctional marriage, and the years of anger and resentment that followed.

It was one of the most healing 15 minutes of my life.

We were able to let go of years of destructive behavior and lay the foundation for moving forward.

An Important Life Lesson

From that day forward Dean and I have rebuilt a friendship. Not a close friendship, but a friendship non the less. And thankfully Mika no longer has to be the referee. That’s a blessing!

Healing your relationships, no matter how you are related is the most challenging, but also one of the most rewarding gifts you can give yourself. And the other person. I haven’t asked him this, but I think Dean would agree. It’s been very healing for both of us. And Mika.

BUT, this in not the end of the story!  There’s a great deal more as a matter of fact! And trust me, it’s going to get Very interesting in the next post!!

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How Listening to God Changes Us

Listening to God Changes Us

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I would like to invite you to pull up a chair, grab a cup of something hot and yummy and let’s start a new story of growth, learning, and eventual healing!

Some things are beyond our understanding. Life lessons are learned when we aren’t looking. They catch us on the back side.

Communication Works Miracles

My family experienced healing this past summer like nothing I could have ever dreamed of.

Two families that could have never spoken, did.

Two people that could not say a kind word to each other, did.

And I am forever grateful for an experience I never dreamed possible, but am forever changed because of.

A Little History

I am divorced.

Have been for 26 years.

Just saying that makes me tired.

It’s hard work being a single mom, a single horsewoman, a single . . .

Divorce is never pleasant, but mine seemed to be particularly ugly in many ways.

At our day in court, my ex had his very pregnant girlfriend waiting in the truck as he and I sat in front of the judge and agreed there were irreparable differences and the divorce was declared.

That was actually the easy part.

Things went downhill from there. Even though he cheated on me, he hated me. And made no bones about it.

His leaving me was uneventful, but he disappeared from our daughter’s life as well.  And she loved her Daddy. But he was moving on with his new little family.

Our daughter was, is, an amazing person. She had success and struggles just like any kid. She had hurts and heartaches, joys and triumphs, and he missed every one. He didn’t even come to her wedding.

Oh boy that fired this old girl up! She deserved to have her Dad at her wedding. Even if she had asked me to walk her down the aisle. (Which I did! Talk about an honor! Sorry, I digress!) He still should have been there out of respect and love for her.

Her Dad didn’t make the wedding but he did call the next day and wished her the best. That could have been a start to a new and better relationship between them. But instead of simply leaving it at that, he decided that was the time to go off about how glad he was that now that she was married he never had to speak to me again.

My daughter was so classy about it. She let him have his diarrhea of the mouth moment, didn’t jump him, just let him finish. Then proceeded to flatly tell him never to speak ugly of me to her again.

Ever.

Needless to say communication between us was never good, and as far as I was concerned, would never happen again.

Ever.

Listening to God’s Request

After Mika’s wedding life was rockin’ and rollin’ along happy as could be. A few years later, out of the blue, that “still small voice” inside me says, “Pray for Dean and Shane”.

What?  No way!

Dean is my ex-husband, and Shane is an ex-boyfriend who stomped all over my heart not once, but twice!

As much as I wanted to, I’ve learned to not ignore that “still, small, voice” because that’s the Holy Spirit prompting me to do something. And I’ve learned from experience, arguing with God doesn’t work out well.

But this request was simply asking too much. Listening to God was the last thing I wanted to do.

These men had hurt me too deeply.

So I prayed for someone else to pray for them.

It was a grand prayer. Very heartfelt. I prayed it for a few days. And . . . then . . . stopped praying about it.

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A few days later, again I hear in my spirit, “Pray for them”.

I forgot my previous life lessons and flatly said, “No.”

“Pray for them.”

“I did. I prayed for someone else to pray for them.”

“Pray for them.”

Listening to God can put us in uncomfortable situations. But I knew better than to keep arguing.

So I sort of halfheartedly prayed about God leading them to someone who would pray for them and lead to them into a closer walk with the Lord.

End of it.

The next day I packed my bags and headed off, very saintly mind you, to my annual Christian Women’s retreat. A four day intense study about how to have a more intimate walk with God and Jesus.

I had volunteered to work for the Conference. My job was as a prayer warrior. We prayed all day. It was a glorious, but heavy responsibly.  We prayed for the women attending, the speakers, the facility, etc. But one of our most important jobs was praying over other attendees anonymous prayer requests.

There were little note pads and prayer request boxes on every table, in every room, in every bedroom, every bathroom, in the chapel, everywhere the women went, there was a paper and a secure box for their prayer requests. Three times a day we would gather all the little boxes and bring them to the prayer room. The Prayer Leader opened the boxes and dumped the prayer requests out onto a table in a big pile. We prayed over them as a group, and then the Prayer Leader shuffled them and handed them out one by one to the team. Our little pile of prayer requests became our responsibility to pray over the rest of our time there.

I figured that was the perfect way to get just the right person to pray for Dean and Shane. So I wrote “Please pray for Dean” on a piece of paper and put it in a little box.

Sometime later I was doing something on the other side of the facility. I found a note pad and wrote the same thing for Shane and put it in a box.

Later our Prayer Head gathered all the boxes and brought in the prayer requests for us to pray over. It was a pile at least a 10 or 12 inches tall and the same wide. There were MANY requests.

We joined together and prayed over the pile. Then our Leader shuffled them and handed them out.

Afterwards we took our handfuls of prayer requests and found a private place to pray over each request. As I unfolded my little pile of papers I gasp! Guess which two papers were in my hand.

Yep!  My own!

All my running and scheming, and there they were, right in my hand. At that point I got it that I was to pray for these two men that had hurt me so deeply.

And I did. As painful as it was, I prayed. And I prayed hard for them.

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All that communication with God about those men may not have affected them.

But it sure did me.

By the end of that retreat I had forgiven both of them and no longer carried the ache that had been buried deep in my heart for years. I was finally able to let it go.

God had asked me to pray for them, because He knew it would change me.

But. . . That’s not the end of the story – not by a long shot!

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Does God Still Answer Prayer?

If you read last week’s post you know God still answers prayer because He miraculously provided not just one, but two Christian roommates, and took care of my propane worries. Life was good. My home worries eliminated, my new mission was finding the right spine doctor for my friend/roommate Michelle.

Add to these blessings . . . we had a new boss at work. He liked and respected me and started making promises about promotions at work.

I was on top of the world!

I was wrapped up in excelling at work and getting Michelle’s health issues addressed.

Finding a different place to live no longer crossed my mind.

Until the day I was sitting at my desk and suddenly the words “Cortez Land Watch” came into my mind.

It’s a website that lists properties for sale in the Cortez area. When I first moved there and found the landlord wouldn’t take my rental properties in on the place I was living, I was on that website nightly. But when I finally accepted there was no way I could afford to buy anything I had put it out of my mind.

When it arrived that sunny, late fall morning I pushed it right back out of my mind.

But every 30 minutes or so it would float back in.

Float in, distract me, and I would put it aside again.

It even disrupted my sleep that night.

Finally, at the next day I decided to give in and peak at it. Just to see what was causing the website to keep coming up in my mind.

And there it was. The first property that popped up – 40 acres West of Arriola. A beautiful piece of ground, on a hillside, in the area I wanted to live. It had utilities to the property, but not on it. And it was listed at only $165,000.

But there was no house.

I could not afford to buy a place and build a house.

Never mind.

But as I started to log out, a tree lined driveway and the words “JUST REDUCED” popped up.

I had noticed the place several months ago but only because it was a pretty driveway. The property was way out of my price range. But this time, I clicked on the picture.

Up came a beautiful hay meadow with a side roll sprinkler. The trees lining the driveway also lined the hay field.
Hummmm . . . That’s pretty. . .

Click again

Up came a cute house . . .

Click

Up came a little barn and another meadow.

Click

The address was off G Road, down McElmo Canyon, my second choice of location, but the price was $230,000.
WAY more than I wanted to spend.

But my gut told me to call and look at both places anyway.

Mainly because I knew this time it wasn’t me trying to push and make something happen. I hadn’t thought about buying something for many months.

I set up appointments for the following Saturday.

I headed to the McElmo Canyon property first. I drove down the canyon but couldn’t find the correct side road anywhere. Time was ticking by and soon I was late for the appointment. I decided to drive back to my daughter’s where I would have cell service and call to see where I had missed the turn.

The realtor answered and said, “Oh no, you don’t turn right at the light, you should have turned left.”
I knew turning left meant heading towards the dump. I told the realtor I simply wasn’t interested in property there.

She insisted I should come look at the place and explained the property wasn’t anywhere near the dump.

She continued to talk but I wasn’t paying any attention. I was admiring the cottonwood trees to the Southeast of my daughter’s house that I had enjoyed every year since she moved there. That day they were dressed in their fall best. I had tried to go take pictures of them but couldn’t seem to find the right road to get to them.

I finally pulled myself back to her conversation enough to get correct directions. I hung up, admired the distant cottonwoods one last time, and headed back out.

When I reached the last stoplight in town, this time I turned left and after about a half a mile I found the dead end road the realtor had mentioned and soon arrived at the tree lined driveway. The realtor said to come all the way to the end of the driveway, make the right hand corner, and come a little further to the house.

As I drove down the driveway I scrutinized the hay field. It was exactly what I was looking for. Side roll sprinklers and all.

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Tree lined hay field with sprinklers

I focused on the driveway when I came to the sharp right hand corner. As I finished the turn I looked up . . . and caught my breath!

There were the very trees I had been admiring from my daughter’s!

I was crying as I stepped out of the car.

I had to quickly explain that I was not hurt, but that I was crying because of the trees.

I knew the moment I saw those trees God still answers prayer and had put Cortez Land Watch in my head. I also knew this was my place. I didn’t know how HE was going to do it. But I knew I didn’t even need to go look at the other place. THIS was my place.

These were my trees!

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I turned the corner and there were the trees

I could have cared less about the house. They had it crammed so full of plants you couldn’t really see much of it. It was laid out nice, had some nice upgrades, and I loved the colors she had it painted.

But it was the trees and the fields that let me know this was the place for me.

BUT . . . and it was a big but!

I had misread the price.

It was $290,000, not $230,000. WAY outta my price range!

So, as much as I loved the place, I went to look at the other property.

It was a beautiful place. But didn’t have any water rights. It had adjudicated water, but no actual rights. In SW Colorado that’s a big thing. That means you only get someone else’s run off water. Not good on a dry year.

I prayed over the situation for a couple days and finally decided to go talk to the local ag agency and see if the little place would fit their criteria for an ag loan. I knew there was no way I could buy the place with a conventional loan. No way! I had -0- down and should have declared bankruptcy three years earlier. My credit was . . . shot.

He said if they deemed me qualified, he thought the place should be eligible. He wasn’t as afraid of my credit as a normal bank would be. He said we would just have to see.

I called my real estate agent sister. Told her how I had found the place, what the banker had said, and asked her if she would come look at the place and see if she thought it was as nice as I did.

She did. And she did.

The owners had been praying for the right person to come that would love the place.

Months ago I had prayed for the perfect place for me, and my animals and pets.

But when we talked to the realtor she said the owners would not even consider an offer lower than what they were asking.

We made an offer anyway.

Are you wondering if God heard my prayers all those months before?

Do you think God still answers prayer?

You’ll have to come back next week to see!

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Previous Miracle Posts:

Post #1  How To Experience  Miracles in Your Life

Post #2  Who Wants Miracles In Their Life?

Post #3  What Happens When Miracles Don’t Look Pretty

Post #4  How Tragedy Can Create Miracles

Post #5  When Miracles Bring Transformation

 Post #6  What Do Miracles Look Like

Post #7  Are You In Need Of A Miracle?

Post #8  Where Can You Find A Miracle

Post #9  Miracles Keep Coming

Post #10 How To Step Into The Miracle Zone

Post #11    3 Simple Steps to Miracles In Your Life
Post #12   3 Steps to Holiday Miracles and Peace
Post #13   How Trusting God Can Transform Your Life

Post #14 Fear Why Are We Afraid?

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Does Prayer Really Work?

Many People Ask Does #Prayer Really Work?

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You bet it does!

I’m living proof of that!

And God’s Timing Is Incredible!

As I shared in last weeks post, my new roommate, Joyce, moved in in October, and we had to buy our first propane of the winter in November.  She had moved all the way from Tennessee because of prayer! And I let a total stranger move into my house, and bought her a new bed, because of prayer.

Crazy?

I guaranty you it felt crazy!

But it also felt right.

Very right.

Prayer Carried A Woman 1500 Miles To My Doorstep

Understandably my new roommate was a bit cautious of me. And I of her. We liked each other and we both knew the Lord had a hand in getting her into my home, but still we were cautious of each other.

Because of that caution my new roommate didn’t move everything right in from her car. Each night she felt a little more comfortable and brought in a few more little things. But only little things.

It took nearly a month before she finally decided she wasn’t in danger, I wasn’t going to steal her belongs, nor was I going to turn crazy and kick her out. At that point she got serious about unpacking her car.

I was at work when she found it.

The road map. Her road map. The one she had told me about the first day I met her. She called and asked if she could come show me something. Of course I said yes.

In her normal, annoyingly prompt manner, she was there in 5 minutes and came rushing through my office door.

She had tears in her eyes as she opened the map to the Colorado page and showed me the red dot on the map that had brought her here. Sure enough, there it was at the corner of Highway 184 and Road 22, the road you turned on to come to my house. Literally 1 mile from my, now our, home. She insisted the Lord had led her to put that red dot on her map before she left Tennessee.

She still says I prayed her here.

We hit it off and she settled in. But just before Thanksgiving she got a phone call from Tennessee. A dear friend of hers had fallen and was gravely injured. She packed up and drove back home to be with her friend while she was in the hospital. She called and let me know she would send me a check for her part of the rent for December but would have to wait a few days to see how she could pay the utilities. I told her not to worry we would figure it out.

Over Thanksgiving weekend I spoke with a lifelong friend of mine. She had been struggling with back problems for over a year and now her husband had taken a job in North Dakota. She was dreading moving there in the middle of the winter, but was also in desperate need of a new back doctor.

Durango is 45 minutes away from Cortez and has one of the best spine clinics in the U.S. #Dr. Yossef and his team at #SpineColorado  has a reputation only preceded by #SteadmanClinic in Vail. I asked my friend, if it was ok with my roommate, if she would like to come stay with me and we could get her to the Durango doctor.

She said yes.

Hearing this I jumped on the phone and asked Joyce, my roommate, if it would be ok with her if my friend moved in and stayed while she was in Tennessee. She was thrilled! She had been praying that God would help her with how to pay rent and utilities in Colorado while she was in Tennessee.

So my friend, Michelle, and her husband Ric moved in. Michelle stayed with me and Ric headed to the snowy North.

Frightened Again

My girlfriend had always been a tall, beautiful, stunning blue eyed brunette. I was stunned when I first saw her.

She had always been a vivacious person. Beautiful with sparkling blue eyes that could be as mischievous as mine!
But when she arrived from Texas I was looking at a gray shell of the person I had once known and loved. She was so thin it terrified me. And she no spark left in her eyes. Only pain. And fear.

I knew them both personally.

When you hurt to the point of no longer wanting to go on it gives you a vacant, haunting look. I had looked out of those same eyes for many years.

She became my mission. And I became her prayer warrior. I had to find a doctor that could help my friend. We had to get rid of her pain.

And we had to help her get her joy back.

Come back next week for more!

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Welcome back! If this is your first time here, I encourage you to go back and read the entire Series so today’s post makes sense. Links to the previous posts in this series are listed below.

Have a Great and Godly day!

Copyright © 2013, 2014, 2015, Kristi Ross, All rights reserved.
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Previous Miracle Posts:

Post #1  How To Experience  Miracles in Your Life

Post #2  Who Wants Miracles In Their Life?

Post #3  What Happens When Miracles Don’t Look Pretty

Post #4  How Tragedy Can Create Miracles

Post #5  When Miracles Bring Transformation

 Post #6  What Do Miracles Look Like

Post #7  Are You In Need Of A Miracle?

Post #8  Where Can You Find A Miracle

Post #9  Miracles Keep Coming

Post #10 How To Step Into The Miracle Zone

Post #11    3 Simple Steps to Miracles In Your Life
Post #12   3 Steps to Holiday Miracles and Peace
Post #13   How Trusting God Can Transform Your Life

Post #14 Fear Why Are We Afraid?

 

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Why Is Prayer Important Today?

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Prayer

What is Prayer?

It’s communication.

Reverent communication.

Every evening as a child heading to bed I heard, “Remember to say your prayers!”

We said Grace and blessed our food at every meal.

But as a child and teenager I didn’t “get it” about prayer.

I felt it was something I had to do to keep God from being mad at me.  It wasn’t about visiting with someone who loved and cared about me.

Is that how you were taught about prayer?

My parents raised me in church.

A lifelong girlfriend is staying with me right now and we both remember the tiny chairs and tables in our first Sunday School class. We think we were three. She remembers each of the teachers. I only remember two, but oh how I loved them.

Those women helped mold us into who we are today.

Those women, and our parents, taught us the importance of prayer.

Do you remember who taught you how to pray?

If no one did, don’t worry, we’ll work on that before we’re done.

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Prayer Unlocks Doors

Why Should We Pray?

That’s an odd question isn’t it?

Why should we pray?

Is it to ask the “Big guy in the sky” to forgive us for messing up? Or our daily wish-list?

Yes and no.

There are so many reasons to pray.

My favorite is to say thank you.

It shows God we are thankful to be His children. For me, I want to acknowledge I don’t have a clue and I am SO thankful He is in control.

My second favorite prayer is a love letter. I’m a long way from a “good Christian”, but He loves me just the way I am, I LOVE Him for that, and I want to tell Him.

If you love someone don’t you want to tell them? So why isn’t it the same way with God?

Tell Him!

I’ve experienced God watching out for me like my earthly father did. Our fathers guide us, nurture us, teach us.

Our loving Heavenly Father does the exact same thing.

If you ever allow yourself to experience Him you will see He loves you.  If you’ve experienced that, how did you not fall in love with Him?

You can’t.

Trust me.

Oh you can run away from His love. You can deny it. You can fight it. You can ignore it.

But if you will ever stop fighting it and give in, you will be wrapped in the most incredible love you will ever experience and you won’t be able to deny it any longer.

Because it’s real. And He’s waiting for you to accept it.

I’ve lived many, many years as a single woman. I’ve been lonely.

But I’ve never been Alone. I learned many years ago all I had to do was cry out “Jesus, Jesus” and instantly I felt better. My circumstances didn’t change, but I changed.

My attitude changed.

My thought process changed.

I let go and let God.

Was it easy?

No

Was it effective?

Always

So why do we pray?

To change things.

A Little Story About Big Prayer

Two nights ago the neighbor’s dogs were going nuts. They live a mile North of me and occasionally I hear them bark, but not very often.

But two nights ago they raised a ruckus from just after the sun set til the wee hours of the morning.

When you live in the country you learn to notice things like that.

You don’t over react, but you pay attention.

I knew something was up. I almost called the other neighbors and asked if everything was ok. But I didn’t want to seem paranoid so instead I prayed.

I have a small yearling filly out there in the pasture. She’s a snack size treat for a predator.

But I also have a couple old, slightly crippled, mares out there that don’t move too fast. But they are bigger, even if they are slower.

The hair raised up on the back of my neck and I knew something was out there. But I also know a single woman has no business being out in the dark with any kind of wild predator.

So I prayed.

I asked God to protect my animals. I asked Him to not let whatever was out there attack any of my animals. And I went to bed knowing He heard that request.

I trusted Him to watch over my horses and give whatever was out there something to eat other than my filly.

And He did.

I walked out the next morning and right in the middle of my horse pasture was the evidence of a brutal death.

And mountain lion tracks.

Much too close for comfort!!

But God answered my prayers.

He protected my horses.

And now they are all coming in the barn at night.

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Thank you God

I have other little prayers that are answered every day. I find misplaced items. Mom taught me to pray for parking spots. 99% of the time if I pray early enough I’ll have a spot right in front of where I’m headed.

My prayers get answered.

Sometimes not the way I want. But they are always answered none the less.

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The Power of Prayer

I’m looking for answered prayer stories. Do you have any?

I want to put together a book full of them.  Will you share your most powerful answered prayer story  in the comments section below please?  Thank You!!

Ok, I promised a prayer. Actually my plan is to share several of my favorite prayers over the next few posts.

Here’s one of my favorites and the prayer the Bible says Jesus gave His disciples:  The Lord’s Prayer, Mathew 6:9

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The Lord’s Prayer

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How Horses Teach Us Life lessons In Unusual Ways

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Horses teach me lessons every day. Today it was a hard and joyous one at the exact same moment.

Earlier today I reached over and picked up the phone to call my Dad.  I had some amazing news I wanted to share with him.  It didn’t even hit me until I had the phone in my hand that he’s been gone two and a half years. 

Dad wasn’t there to answer my call.  He wasn’t there to hear the exciting news I had to share with him. 

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My Dad

I can’t tell him that Zanny is going to have a baby!  The great mare orphaned at only two months old is finally pregnant! 

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Zanny enjoying some well earned R&R

Zanny has been Mika’s number one all round horse, number one rodeo horse, number one heading horse, and number one ranch horse for almost 15 years.  The go-to horse in any situation. Too important to stop riding and let her raise a baby. Until last year.

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Mika and Zanny getting ready for the mixed team roping with Robert Hawk

But last year turned into a horse breeders worst nightmare. Four long months of road trips back and forth to Montrose, vet bills, daily, and often nightly shots. A situation that required total dedication. But still no baby.

Blessings and Heartache

After a winter off, thank God, finally, that incredible phone call from the vet! A pregnancy, and now a heartbeat! 

But I couldn’t call Dad and tell him. And that hurt.

Dad was especially proud of how Mika and Hardy made such a great horse out of Zanny.  She was our pride and joy.  An own daughter of Dad and my stud horse, and out of an incredible own daughter of the great Zan Par Bar. Her death was a tragic loss for our family.  But now her daughter, is finally going to have a little one of her own! 

One horse, Many Lessons

This one horse has shown me over and over how horses teach us many lessons.  She has taught me to believe in the power of prayer and that our God who really does know when a sparrow falls (Matthew 10:29) has answered our prayers for Zanny many times!

Zanny is a walking miracle herself.  Five years ago she kicked Hardy’s gelding square on the butt, but she was the one that came up crippled.  Instinctively we knew it was bad. I jumped in my truck and trailer and headed toward Norwood where Mika, Hardy, and Zanny were while they took her to a local vet. But vet’s x-ray machine wasn’t strong enough to detect anything.  So we packed her foot in an ice-filled inner-tube and I headed to my horse vet in Fruita, Colorado, Braden Shaffer.

Braden’s x-ray machine revealed a broken coffin bone. Some said put her down, some said, breed her and turn her out. But all agreed with that type of injury she was done. But Mika, Hardy, Braden, and I were determined to give her a fighting chance. Braden said it would be a long, slow recovery, but if she would take care of herself, she should heal. He wouldn’t tell us if she would ever be ride-able again, but we were determined.

And we were praying.

She was such a good patient it was inspiring.  She spent two, very long months in a 12 by 24 foot stall, in a special shoe as a cast. During this time she showed me horses teach us about patience. Not once did she get mean or ugly during that long confinement. Not once did she not take her meds or not let me take her temp.

A month later when I was finally able to hand walk her in my indoor arena because the ground was soft, she was patient and kind.  During this time she showed me that horses teach us about trust. She trusted I would not hurt her or allow her to hurt herself when all she wanted to do was jump and buck right there at the end of my lead rope.That would have been very bad on a broken bone.

Horses Teach Us About Dedication

Heading into month four I hauled in 20 pickup loads of sawdust into my covered, belting lined, round-pen where she spent the next six months. Only getting out to be hand walked for the first month and slowly building up to being ridden bareback only at a walk first in the soft arena dirt, then in the tall, soft, grass of my meadows the next four months.

At month nine I was able to trot her a little each day. Finally on month eleven I loped her a half a dozen strides. 

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Our daily ride

At last the day came when I had to let her out of the round pen for the first time.  It was almost 12 months to the day after her injury.  I rode her to take a little of the edge off, but after 12 months of confinement she calmly walked a few feet away from me, wrung her neck, bucked straight in the air, and took off!  She ran two laps around the pasture with me hollering “Easy!” and “Whoa!” at the top of my lungs!  But no, she just kept running!  And soon ran right past me, even with my arms flailing, over the only rocks in the five pastures.  I watched sparks fly as her shoes hit the stones. . . and I . . . threw up.  Yes, literally.  Threw up!  It was excruciating to watch.  But she never took a lame step.

Through all this she taught me that daily dedication and prayer pays off. Simple care and a prayer each day led to her being able to run over those rocks and not be hurt.

Rocks in our own paths are often testimonies to our strength and ultimate success.

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Zanny

People wonder why I keep them around. It’s because horses teach me something every day.

Has an animal or a horse taught you a life lesson?  If so, or if this story about Zanny has touched you, I ask you to share in the comments section below.

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Who Else Wants Less Anxiety, Self Doubt, and Fear?

Who Else Wants Less Anxiety, Self Doubt, and Fear?

Now that is an interesting question for this blog isn’t it? This is a motivational blog not a psychological one! So what in the world am I thinking starting the week with a post about Less Anxiety, Self Doubt, and Fear? It all has to do with my weekend.

My weekend was spent at Camp Cedaredge on Grand Mesa attending a spiritual retreat called, Tres Dias, or three days.

Here are a couple photos of the sunset the night before as I was getting gas in preparation to drive there the following day.  It was a breathtaking sunset!

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Sunset filling my car to go

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Setting the Stage

The sunset set the stage for what I already knew would be an amazing experience. And to simply say it was amazing would be a gross understatement!  The best way I can sum it up is to quote one of the spiritual leaders, “God showed up!”  And boy did He!

But in addition to an incredibly uplifting experience, the time together brought something quite unexpected and unsettling to the forefront. It revealed how many woman suffer with anxiety and fear stemming from self doubt. And on many levels. Almost every woman I talked with, no matter what the situation or circumstances, was suffering from questioning  something they did, or said, or thought. Many others were struggling with anxiety, self doubt, and fear over something they thought another woman had said.

It was a sad realization that even where we were, in the midst of an incredible Godly time, we were all doubting ourselves over something.

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Friday afternoon after a brief snowstorm from those clouds!

 Truth Revealed

It was so interesting to hear others voicing what, unfortunately, was also going on inside my head!

These women were leaders in the organization, some were leaders in the church, wives, widows, divorced women young and old, even 20 something fresh young girls without a care in the world.  We were each living out a different set of circumstances, but each one of us was suffering wondering if we did or said something that hurt someone else.

Why? Why do we all struggle with anxiety, self doubt, and fear? Personally, I think it comes from simply living life. The world beats us up time and time again. All of us.

I love Ann Voskamp’s comment in her blog, A Holy Experience, on September 30, 2013,  “It’s either take captive every thought or be taken captive. When you realize life is war, you make prayer a shield, and Christ your general, and the victory is found in grace.”

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Grace

Faith, prayer, and grace. These carry me though each and every day. Faith, prayer, and God’s Grace.

Do you know that FAITH is the opposite of fear?

What do you rely on to carry you beyond anxiety, self doubts, and fear to forge ahead?

Please share your thoughts and any tips you have.  Sharing is healing for you and for other readers!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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