A Silly Story But Is It Your Story

A silly story, but is it your story?
A lawyer had to distribute what was left of an estate to a client’s beneficiary. It was a huge estate, over 100 million dollars were to go to the lucky man. The will stipulated that the lawyer was to try to deliver the remains of the estate for a period of 6 months only and if the man could not be contacted and connected within that time the estate would be forfeited and go to a local non profit charity. 

After going and knocking on the beneficiaries door three times a week for six months and being told to go away as he, the beneficiary was to busy to talk to him, the lawyer was forced to turn the estate over to the non profit. 

The beneficiary lost a vast fortune because he was to busy, afraid, stubborn, etc to answer the knock on his door. 

Yes it is a silly story with just a breath of truth, but is it your story? 

I am willing to bet that there are a lot of us who have heard God knocking on our door and have ignored or reasoned our way out of answering. Anything and everything in our lives take precedence over that small but insistent call on our heart. 

It is not that we are just busy, it is that we are afraid to step out of our nice comfortable box. 

It is knowing that answering that knock could well inconvenience us as we have never been inconvenienced before

It is knowing that we might be asked to pack up our nice comfortable and familiar life and move to surroundings that are totally unfamiliar and very uncomfortable. 

It is knowing that we may be called to leave something or somewhere that we are comfortable when we are A-Ok with where we are and have no desire to leave. 

The fact is that God will call us to leave something in order to make room for a new something that He has prepared for us. He may not give us a clear image of where He is taking us, He may simply say follow me. 
If we never answer the knocking on the door we could well miss out on the blessing of our life.
Before we can move to the greatness that God has prepared there may be an essential ending, if we are prepared for that and if we are trusting God, we simply say, ok. There is a time for departure, even if we don’t know to where the road leads. 
The way we look at it makes all the difference in the world. Take your eyes off the world and lift them heavenward. If we recognize that surrendering to an essential ending helps us to grasp the freedom and completeness that we can only get by following God, then we are wise, truly free and living in the grace and wisdom of God. 
When we tire of the game of tug of war and you are weary of holding onto the old for dear life simply lift one finger, then another, and before you know it, you will feel God taking that burden from you and you will find peace. 
It is quite possible we hear God telling us to move but we can’t seem to figure out where he wants us to move to. Well there is a time for departure even when there is no certain place to go. God will reveal the map to where you are going. He will show you, even if it is one small step at a time. 
Don’t ignore God knocking on your heart. It will probably come at the most inopportune and inconvenient time imaginable. There will be a thousand things that will seem much more important than answering God’s call and most will seem a lot less scary. But don’t lose your inheritance because you ignored the one who took the time to seek you out and knock for entrance. 


My Weakness/His Power/My Victory

A Time For Everything 

A Time for EverythingECC.3:1 There is a time for everything,

    and a season for every activity under the heavens:
The secret to knowing the peace that God offers is to discover, accept and appreciate that God is the only one with perfect timing. 

Being a child of God is amazing because it means that no matter what season of life we find ourselves in, we can choose to celebrate and honor God in the midst of it. 

We can make a choice to grow in the fullness of God and recognize the wondrous season God has plopped you in. As you are appreciating the season, no matter what it is, you are becoming more like your Creator. 

We all have our favorite seasons. 

Some like the new beginnings that spring offers. 

Summer is a favorite of others because of the opportunity to enjoy long sunny days. 

Fall can bring people happiness because of cooler temperatures, colorful leaves and bountiful crops. 

Still others love winter for blazing fires, warm clothes and snuggle blankets. 

EVERY SEASON IS HANDCRAFTED BY GOD FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE, the season you are experiencing is no different. 

Some seasons are more fun and comfortable than others. Some we enjoy, some not so much. But each season provides an opportunity to learn something more about ourselves and our God. 

If we weather the storm, we sometimes get to see our God reveal himself as miraculous and wonderful right before our eyes. . 

We don’t always get to choose the seasons we experience in life, but we can choose to know that God is there with us. 

There are times we simply don’t understand the season we are in. However, knowing God trumps knowing answers. 

No matter the season bestowed upon you. Take a moment to thank God and ask Him to reveal Himself to you. 


Are You Paying Attention

We had a special weekend spent with special people. I took a morning walk in the woods yesterday and amidst the grumbling about the early hour, the steep terrain, the hot, muggy weather, it was a weekend filled with friends, nature, sustenance, boundaries and revelations, all beautiful things. . 

It was a weekend of recharging our spirits and reawakening the parts of us that had grown dormant. We walked, we ate, we rested, we found “God Delights” everywhere we looked. We learned “Fact from Crap”  (thanks to Mary) . We weren’t to good at figuring out what was fact and what was crap but it sure was fun guessing. We pondered the meaning of the “spirit of compromise”, again a lively discussion started by Mary.  We decided that the spirit of compromise is in mighty short supply in our world, no matter what circles you run in. 

You can’t spend a weekend with others in such close proximity without seeing and appreciating true hearts. You move further apart as mere acquaintances and closer together as true friends. This weekend meant that we learned to love our casual friends as dear friends.Mostly we learned that God is what bonds us together and God is what will keep us tied together. 

As I walked  I snapped photos of all the beauty that surrounded me. I can be so darned un-observant at times that I am ashamed. There was a diverse array of photo subject matter and I asked God to show me what He wanted me to see.

  The first thing God showed me was that the world He created was filled with beauty of many kinds and I needed to pay closer attention. Some of the lessons that God taught me this weekend are as follows. 




There were fantastic views of distant mountain peaks that we came upon. Once I could stand straight and breathe again, I understood why I was there. Some of the views where full blown beautiful, easy to see and very distinct, some we were only able to see partially and were blocked by trees at least partially. Isn’t that typical of how God works in our lives. Some times we know beyond the shadow of a doubt what He wants of us and how it will look. Other times however, things are only laid out for us a little at a time and in an indistinct way. We only see a partial picture and sometimes we have to look closely and pay careful attention to see it. We must spend time communing with God to see what His vision is for us. 

Proverbs 3:5-6New International Version (NIV)

5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart

    and lean not on your own understanding;

6 in all your ways submit to him,

    and he will make your paths straight.[a]


Oh boundaries, pesky, tiresome boundaries. What do we need boundaries for and how do we use them? It seems such a bother to put up one more fence, one more hurdle to jump over. It took me awhile to figure out why it was so important that I take this photo and to figure out what God wanted to show me. . A healthy boundary shows others what is and is not permissible. If we feel like someone is walking all over us, or if we feel as if we have lost our voice and no one listens to us then you know that maybe your boundaries are either being ignored, are not being implemented or are non existent. Take time to examine what is going on. 

In theory a boundary creates a buffer zone between individuals, they define expectations and show respect for others. In reality, at times, boundaries can be used for creating impenetrable brick walls.  When we use that buffer zone to isolate ourselves, (lets just say that this is a long standing problem for me and God showed me that), it can be detrimental. I’m taking down those bricks one at a time. 


Short and simple. Even if it looks delicious, it could very well make you very sick. Educate yourself,  Use your God given discernment. 

My people are destroyed from lack of knowledge. Because you have rejected knowledge, I also reject you as my priests, because you have ignored the law of your God, I also will ignore your children. — Hosea 4:6


We were hiking uphill and in pretty high altitudes. Needless to say, I was winded and tired. Ok, ok, I was downright flat on my back unable to breathe unassisted. If I could have gotten off the ground, I was ready to turn around and go back. But sheer will power (ok Mary threatened me) I got up and we came around the next rock and see a clearing with a small table and two chairs. It was oddly out of place but right where I needed it, right when I needed it. God is so good. At times He takes us on paths that test our endurance and committment. But when we have come to the end of what we think we can endure, when we cannot take another step, He provides what we need to continue our journey. I sat right down and prayed that Mary would lose her energizer bunny enthusiasm for walking. I’m teasing of course. If not for Mary, I would not have had the weekend of revelations that I experienced. 

Matthew 6:31-32 Don’t worry and say, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear?’ The people who don’t know God keep trying to get these things, and your Father in heaven knows you need them.


God reminded me that there will be times when “what was” will appear as pinecones dropped to the ground, seemingly forgotten and rotting away. This is necessary to make room and to prepare for growth. Trees disperse their seeds then the pine cone falls to the ground in the next year or so. So when our God given seeds have been dispersed He may very well be telling us its time to let that particular cone drop so new growth can be initiated and new seeds can be scattered.  



I have a keen sense that some old things in my life are being replaced by new beginnings. It was a time away that was meant to be spent soaking in the presence of God and seeking His wisdom. God brought it home to me that when it is time for a change in your life, if you move forth from a strong God given foundation, that foundation will support the new life/ideas/direction God is urging you toward.

When God is propelling you forward, into something new, it can be disconcerting when what you are involved in isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it is simply not where God wants you to be. Rest assured, that He will support the new life and new direction that He is taking you. Take your eyes off the world and their judgements and opinions, place your eyes directly on your Lord and walk forward. Spread your wings and free the Holy Spirit to guide you. 

Sometimes God does not close a door before He opens a new one. However, your gut, your conscience, circumstances and that never ending nagging will let you know that it is time to take a closer look at where you are and where you are being urged to go. 

Sometimes He gives you the keys to the new door and encourages you to take what you have gained from your previous experiences and trust Him enough to use the key to the new door. Permit Him to guide you in a new direction. 

Thus says the Lord, my Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel: “I am the Lord your God, Who teaches you to profit, Who leads you by the way you should go.” (Isaiah 48:17)

God will show me the path of life. (Psalm 16:11)

God will instruct me and teach me in the way I should go. He will guide me with His eye. (Psalm 32:8)


    There is beauty all around us. There are paths we need to trod and paths we need to steer clear of. God will be our pilot if we let Him. Do we have the courage to look at the pictures of our lives and see the lessons He has for us? Take an hour, take a day, take a weekend or a lifetime. Look at the pictures of your life!
    I hear Jesus’ voice and He calls me by name and leads me out. Jesus goes before me and I follow him, for I know his voice. I will by no means follow a stranger. (John 10:3-5)


      ……………and so I ride

      My Little Prayer Box. Losing control and loving it!

      I have been making these wonderful little wooden prayer boxes. They are just simple wooden boxes with a couple of decorations on them. But they are made with the intention of holding our whole lives.

      I am pretty good at sharing with people that life is so much easier if we “give it to God”. In theory that sounds wonderful, in reality, it is very difficult to hand over our stuff to our God who we know is there but is none the less, unseen. I pray every day and practice what the Bible teaches me. I try diligently to look upward before I look around the world I am living in, and yet, when times get difficult it is easy to turn to “Dottie” power instead of “Godly” power.

      Me, being the kind of person I am, thought it might be beneficial to make a prayer box where I could literally write down my requests, my thanks, my petitions, my joys and my sorrows and stick them in the prayer box. Literally handing God control over all that enters the box and signifying the act of handing it over to God, shutting the lid and knowing when that lid shuts, whatever I have written on my card, just passed from my control, to Gods.

      To help remind myself why I need to put stuff in my prayer box and shut the lid, I remember these verses. 

      1. “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10

       Do we really need more that this promise? 
      2. “When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.” Psalm 56:3

       Put that concern in the box, shut the lid and know that it is now in God’s hands. 
      3. “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7

       I guess it is fitting to tell myself to practice what I preach and to know beyond the shadow of a doubt that God has this, I am not alone no matter what I am facing. 
      4. “Peace is what I leave with you; it is my own peace that I give you. I do not give it as the world does. Do not be worried and upset; do not be afraid.” John 14:27

       Accept this peace, really accept it, in fact wear it like the cloak it is, gather it tightly around you and let the meaning of God’s peace sink in.


      ………..and so I ride

      True Freedom

      In our country, in our states, counties, towns and in our homes, we are used to living in total and complete freedom. We live with the absence of undue restrictions and live for opportunities to exercise our rights. 

      Given that Independence Day is almost upon us, I have been studying history, One interesting thing I came upon is a famous paragraph in a speech that President Franklin D. Roosevelt delivered that has come to be known as the Four Freedoms Speech. 

      In this speech FDR announced his vision for the people of the world. Those four freedoms are:

      1. Freedom of speech and expression

      2. Freedom to worship God 

      3. Freedom from want

      4. Freedom from fear
      FDR said this would act as a basis of a new moral order. 

      What does true freedom look like to you? To know what we are looking for and trying to attain we have to figure out what true freedom means to us individually. To go one step further, does true freedom mean we are free *from something* or is it the freedom to be something or to do something? 
      I believe that true freedom lies in our heart. We can only achieve true freedom when our heart is changed and made new. 
      Long ago, the founding fathers of our country gave us “freedom of religion, not freedom from religion. See Psalm 33: 12. “Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.” 
      We are truly blessed, honored and privileged to live in a land where we are free to worship God, not everyone is. Do you use this opportunity that has been given to you? 
      You are FREE to chose to follow God, to seek what He offers and to accept what Jesus did for you. You are FREE to give your life completely to He that created you and you are FREE to let others know the freedom God has bestowed upon you! You are FREE to do exactly what God created you to do- honor, love and enjoy God today, tomorrow and always. 

      This is true freedom and this is grace. 
      “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:31-32

      ………….and so I ride

      Stripping Away The Dirt

      Stripping away the dirt.When things get stressful I head to my workroom and start refurbishing something. The piece of furniture that diverted my attention this time was an antique table that was in my grandparents house when I was growing up.

      If only the table could talk. It would tell of family dinners, and weekly card games with the neighbors. It served as a solid surface to write letters to family members spread across the country. When us kids were visiting, the table would be a work surface for cookie baking, holiday crafts and any number of other things my grandparents could think of to keep us kids busy.

      I cleaned decades of caked on dirt off that table. I sanded layers and layers of built up varnish and polyurethane coating that was applied to protect the table from us kids. At long last the table stood naked and completely void of any covering. It stood in the middle of the room looking just as it had when the carpenter built it all those years ago.

      I then started with bare wood to make the old table something new and beautiful.

      Isn’t that what God does for us. He strips off the built up gunk we have covered ourselves with over the years. He sands and chisels the stuff that has grown hard and is hidden in hard to reach places.He works slowly and methodically until we stand before Him as He created us.

      He makes us new, whole and spotless.

      I don’t know about you but I am thankful that God loves me enough to refurbish me and bring me back to perfection!


      …………and so I ride

      The Old China Hutch

      My Fathers Hands

      The China Hutch in the closet

      My Father’s Hands

      There was an old china hutch in my closet. My Dad made it for me many years ago.

      I dragged that hutch with me through many moves over many years. It grew ragged over time but I could not bear to part with it.

      The door was broken, the back was no longer attached and the once beautiful finish was marked with scratches and grooves. It had definitely seen better days.

      I could never bring myself to get the old hutch out of the closet and bring it back to life. Somehow it was easier to close the closet door and let it rest along with my memories of Dad.

      But one day the hutch beckoned me. I opened the closet door, dragged the hutch to my workroom and started to work on it. I don’t know why, I just knew I had to do it.

      That first swipe of the sandpaper was the most difficult, what if, as I sanded the old finish off my memories disappeared also?

      It was after that first difficult step that the magic started happening. I sanded off layers of paint and with each layer that was sanded I was given the most precious gifts I have ever received.

      I remember thinking to myself through the tears, my hands are working the same wood that you did Dad. I learned much about my Dad as I worked on the old hutch. Memories that had faded to dull gray were suddenly alive in vibrant hues.

      I could see on the inside of the hutch where my Dad had experimented with the stain. There was dark stain, light natural stain and everything in between. In the end he went with something in the middle. That was just like I remember him, not to flashy but not content to fade into the woodwork either.

      There was plenty of wood glue on the old hutch. He wanted it to be solid and to hold up to whatever it was called upon to hold. That was so like my Dad. Strong, steady and able to handle whatever was called for.

      The hutch was of a plain design, there was only one thing he added that could be called a decoration. There again, that was my Dad, nothing fancy, but strong, steady and very functional.

      I found funny little modifications where he had rigged unconventional fixes when the door wouldn’t shut right or the hinge wouldn’t work like he wanted. He was an old farmer after all, if it took wire and twine to get it to work, well so be it.

      I learned that he didn’t care much for the prep work like sanding, he wanted to get right to the nuts and bolts of building it and fitting it together in just the right way. There were drops of wayward stain and dollops of wood glue that went unnoticed. It reminded me that what is on the outside is not the most important, it is what is inside that matters. That was my Dad, work clothes, not always pretty work clothes but he had the heart to do what he needed to do in those work clothes. Rough around the edges but a heart that loved to please his family.

      I remember when he broke the glass in the door of the hutch when he was putting it together. He would be proud to know that the door of the old hutch continued to be a problem. I asked my husband Earl to help me put new glass in the top of the door and some fancy tin in the bottom. It was beautiful, just like I had envisioned. It was going so well right up to the time I tried to attach the door to the hutch and the only way it would fit was upside down. I don’t know how I did it but we put the glass where the tin went and the tin where the glass went. It looked great but it was upside down and opened on the wrong side! In honor of Dad, I am leaving it that way. So Dad, the door got me too! Like Father, like Daughter. I can just hear him chuckling up in heaven and saying Oh Sis…..you never could tell directions.

      I always worried that if I altered the looks of the old hutch my memories would disappear or somehow be altered also, so I just put it in the closet and shut the door.

      I was wrong.

      As I finish breathing new life into the old hutch I am refilled and refreshed with precious memories and with the values, love and morals my Dad instilled in his children. I am putting the newly redone old hutch in a place of honor in the living room. It is coming out of the closet for good. Every time I see it I think of all he taught me as we worked on the old hutch together. Thanks Dad!


      …………and so I ride