Everyday Miracles

I used ‘everyday miracles’ because they do happen all the time, but I experienced one today that I need to share. I struggled with this because it seems so small when compared to some of the other issues people are going through right now, but sometimes it’s the little miracles that get us through until the big ones come along.

It’s been super cold here, colder than Oklahoma is accustomed to and taking care of the animals we can’t bring in becomes quite the job. Thawing water, providing warm places to bed down, and increasing food are all on the to-do list. We have two ‘barn’ cats that live outside and probably wouldn’t dare set foot inside if you cornered them and tried to force it. I felt bad for them, so I got out an older dog crate, filled it with straw, draped it with a towel for cover, and started feeding in it so they’d feel comfortable. It took a couple days, but the female, Daisy, who’s been around for about a year now finally started making her bed in this little shelter and I was so happy she would have a ‘warm’ place to snuggle up.

The very morning I saw her considering this little haven her home, was the same time our bird dog, Emma, discovered her. I knew better, I knew I should have put it some place Emma couldn’t get her, and I didn’t. I thought it’d be ok. Emma had her cornered and when I finally got them apart, Emma looked pretty rough and Daisy struggled to scurry away. I didn’t know the extent of her injuries, but I knew she must have had major internal damage. I was heartbroken. I was mad. I just knew there was no way Daisy could survive that attack. I was at my breaking point because we’d had some rough times and I’d been trying so hard to be positive, have faith, and not let the Devil get to me. Here I was doing what I thought was a good deed and it lead to a horrific experience for all of us. I prayed, cried, and told God, “I know it’s whatever Your will is, but heal her. Please, I can’t handle it if I’m the reason she suffered and passed away. God, I know you can fix her.” I began to think I was being selfish. What if she lived and was disfigured and constantly in pain but living because I wanted her here. “God, you’ve raised the dead, I KNOW you can make her well again.”

Over the next couple days I felt guilty…I saw where so many people were facing hard times and here I was asking God to heal my cat. I resolved myself to the fact that she was gone. I thought all I could do was do better next time and not let it happen again. It was hard, but I was ok with the fact that God knew better and obviously had a reason she needed to go ‘home.’

This morning I was doing chores, as tired as ever, but thankful we were finally going to have a day above freezing. It meant time to refill all the water tanks and clean up the mess that was brought on by everything being ice for the last week (remember, this is Oklahoma and when we have freezing temps, it’s usually no more than a couple days in a row, at the most). I was gathering feed to take to the calves and as I came around the corner, spooked our other cat out of it’s hiding place, causing me to look up. I almost dropped my bucket and my jaw when I saw Daisy walking across the yard towards me, not a limp, not a scrape, not a thing wrong that I could see. I went to love on her and she acted as though everything were normal. She followed me to her ‘post’ where I feed her and told me she was starving. I gladly gave her a bowl full of cat food and told her how happy I was to see her.

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God hears us. He knows what we need and I needed a miracle. I’ll never lose faith, but there are times it’s hanging by a thread. It doesn’t matter how big or how small your need is, God knows and He will take care of it in the best way possible. We may not always know or understand why He does things the way He does, but he’s always got our best interest as a priority. I hope my little everyday miracle blesses you and reassures you that God can do anything.

P.S. I’ve never really been much of a cat person, but there are two in my life that have been pretty special, Daisy is one of them. She’s the only cat I’ve ever known that came to me and kissed me when I was upset. She’s special, in more ways than one.


I’m tired…

And that’s the sum of all my thoughts right now. I want to curl up in a blanket and watch Christmas movies all day. Here’s hoping you get a nap today.

And now I present to you, a bunch of sleeping pictures. 🙂

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And my favorite….

My husband's dog, Todd when he was a bit younger :-)

My husband’s dog, Todd when he was a bit younger 🙂


I love being a mom. When my youngest crawls in my lap and lays his head on my shoulder, just wanting to cuddle, it makes my day. When my oldest says, “Mom, I love you…” out of the blue, it melts my heart. I love how they dance, the little things they make at school, and how they try to be big boys. I’m never so proud as when they do something selfless or compassionate and I get the feeling maybe I’m doing at least something right when I get compliments on how well behaved they are. I have two pretty special little boys and being a mom really isn’t that hard….

All you have to do is laundry, which, really isn’t much more than a load or two at a time. Until…..it’s time to wash the towels or the bedding, well, even then it’s just a couple more loads. Unless….someone gets sick, and then you have to wash towels, bedding, and clothing (your’s and your child’s) all while shampooing carpets, mopping floors, and trying to figure out how to get that smell out of the couch as well as how you clean old dried upchuck off of other random things (seriously, how does a kid throw up in the middle of the night and not wake up???). Then it might be kind of hard.

And then there’s the dishes, psshhh, that’s a breeze. Until….you’re cleaning your kids room and find 4 bowls and 3 cups that you thought had disappeared, oh and one of the cups had milk in it, at least you think it was milk. Is it really supposed to be that color and hairy like that? Ok, so you can throw that cup away, no big deal. Unless….you host a sleepover and forget to buy paper and plasticware. No kids can’t eat their cake off the same plate their pizza was on, don’t you know anything?! That might be a few extra dishes.

Cleaning bathrooms, although a somewhat unpleasant job, isn’t entirely difficult. Until…you have a little boy, who invariably tries to write his name while going pee. Yeah, that’s a lot of fun cleaning that up, but not that bad. Unless….you have a child who accidentally uses too much paper, flushes and doesn’t tell you until it’s too late. If you’ve been there, you don’t need to ask when it’s too late. And really how on earth do they get it to smell that bad in there? And mine are still little! Ok, so that job doesn’t sound as easy as I first thought.

Bathtime, now there’s one we can agree on being super simple. Until….somehow your child didn’t realize the curtain goes INSIDE the tub while showering. Eh, it’s a little water, it’ll dry. Unless, not only does your child think it’s hurricane season and they’re the latest, greatest storm blazing through the Atlantic leaving water spots on the ceiling but also, in their fascination with the swirling water going down the drain they don’t pay a bit of attention to the washcloth and 3 bath toys that disappear into the abyss. Yeah, here’s hoping you have little hands or are on good terms with a plumber. Hmm, that level of difficulty quickly shot up.

I think you get the picture 😉 And of course, if you’re a mom, no explanation needed. There are days you’ll come over and my house will look just like I want it. Everything picked up and put in it’s place, not a dirty dish or pair of underwear in sight. And then there are those other days. Those days where it looks like a bomb went off. Like my house was hit by a meteor, tornado, hurricane, or all of the above at the same time. That’s when I’ve had a bad day and you should offer me wine before even uttering a word of hello.

When he came home, he was worried about the status of everything in the house. He asked her, "What on earth happened??" She replied, "You know when you asked me what I do all day? Well today I didn't do it."

When he came home, he was worried about the status of everything in the house, thinking something was terribly wrong. He asked her, “Are you ok?? What on earth happened?!” She replied, “You know when you asked me what I do all day? Well today I didn’t do it.”

And yet, the good times make it all worth it. No, really they do, I’m not just saying that. 😉

Mighty Mouse

When I was little (very little), I used to watch two cartoons (that I can remember)…. Underdog and Mighty Mouse. Little did I know that those two would come together to form an unforgettable night of my adulthood, only I was the Underdog and Mighty Mouse was my nemesis.

Sit back and enjoy a stroll down memory lane with me, of a night that will forever be imprinted on my mind, or at least until I reach my golden years and forget everything but the words to the BC Clark Jingle.

First a little back story…. From time to time we’ve had those nasty, furry little boogers in our house (and if you haven’t, you’re either super lucky or lying, I’m just saying). It seems like we’ll go months without a single sign and then a family of the stinkers moves in. I say family because it seems a little coincidental for more than one to show up at the exact same time, but what do I know. Anyways, as I was saying, we’ve had a handful here and there, but have always been able to outsmart them, mostly thanks to the RatZapper 2000… Ok so I don’t really know what it’s called, but it’s an actual RAT trap that runs off of 4 C batteries, get the picture? Yeah, it’s a wicked dude and I love it to pieces!

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Well, needless to say on the days leading up to the night in question, the RatZapper was out of commision. Seriously people, I almost cried. I’d turn it on, it would buzz and say it was done. No more frying the little beady eyed monsters until it was fixed so I resorted to the glue traps. Fairly tried and true, I’ve used them before and they work. I hate disposing of them, but at least they catch the mouse. Well, this time they didn’t….at all…. I’m not kidding you, I think I just taught ‘Mighty Mouse’ how to avoid them by setting the bar a little higher every time. If you had visited my house at that point in time, you’d have wondered if I was trying to decorate with the stupid things, they were everywhere! I was about to pull my hair out, which, in turn, led to my story. Yeah, yeah, we took the scenic route to get here, get over it 😉

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Once upon a time, I was cooking dinner and drinking wine. I think it was just one glass, maybe two, who remembers that part… As I was slaving away at the stove, Warren exclaims, “I just saw the mouse!!” To which my husband and I responded to by running to the living room and divising a plan to finally get rid of the stupid thing. We couldn’t see it, but knew it was trapped in a spot where it would have to run out in the open to get somewhere safe, especially with some prodding. I laid a line of traps (sticky ones) along the only way out, and even more along another wall, just in case he somehow got past the first set. My husband started pulling furniture out and called his dog, Todd in the room (Todd has been known to be a very helpful and successful mouser). Mark starts giving the ‘hunt’ command and Todd goes to work. We were hoping he’d either catch the mouse or flush it out. This is when I had my bright idea. You see, I was so stinking fed up with this (insert lots of choice words here) mouse I was NOT going to let it get away this time. Remember, I’ve had a glass, or maybe two, of wine by this point and decided I needed to get the BB gun, because by golly, I’ve taken down deer, wild hogs, and other bad mofos and it’ll be a snap to go all terminator on this cheese-eater.

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Just like in the game Mouse-Trap it all started with the smallest of actions and played out like a string of dominos. I was sitting on the floor, BB gun aimed where I knew the mouse would come out, Mark was sicking Todd in and around the furniture and the boys were standing back watching it all when the mouse made his move. He came flying out of his hiding spot so fast it was all a blur. I was startled by his Speedy Gonzales like movements and his, get this, cat-like reflexes. 😉 He shot across the floor and around one set of traps and I’m pretty sure he vaulted over the second set. I jumped and pulled the trigger as he zoomed out of sight with only the sound of the BB bouncing off the wall. Sadly he disappeared somewhere into the abyss, probably laughing his evil little laugh that he’d beat us yet again, but not for long. This story has a happy ending as my husband went all old-school on him and put out the snap traps with a tootsie roll and cookie crisp. His days came to an end that night and I was never so happy to find that tripped trap the next morning!

Moral of the story…Oh, wait, there isn’t one, I just thought it was funny, so enjoy! Or don’t if you’re some mouse hugging, PETA type 😉

The measure of success

Sometimes I wonder about my situation… I see people building big, new, beautiful houses, spending thousands of dollars on Christmas gifts, and taking vacations to foreign places. But I also see people paying change for a loaf of bread, driving a car that breaks down every other day, and freezing at night because their heat has been turned off. I see the successful people and I wonder, “Why don’t I have that?” and I notice the ‘other’ people and wonder why I’m blessed to have everything I need. But wait, what did I say about success? Yes, I referred to the people with lots of money and expensive stuff as successful. Isn’t that right? I mean, in this country we measure success by monetary standards, don’t we? The ones with the biggest houses, fullest bank accounts, and most traveled are who most people wish they could be. My question is why….

I have heard on more than one occasion, “I’m sure glad I’m not going to be where they are when I’m that age, I’ll actually be successul!” or “Almost 30 years old without a real job and mooching off her husband…” or even, “They don’t even live in a real house.” and more, but again, let’s go back to my question. Why is success measured by money, cash, greenbacks, moolah, G’s, etc (are you seeing that we have a lot of words for little slips of paper we use as currency?)? Sure, anyone is free to make the assumption that I’m questioning this because I don’t have it, that’s their perogative, but that also tells me what I need to know about them. They are the kind of person who is responsible for this standard.


Let me throw out an idea for you that would possibly, no guarantee of course, but just maybe make this world a better place. What if we measured ‘success’ by how much we helped? Just think about it….how many stories have you heard about someone helping out another person (or animal) and it blew up in their face? Very few, if any, I would venture to guess. Compare that to how many times you’ve heard of a wealthy person losing their mind or all of their money because they couldn’t handle it. You can’t lose the good that you’ve done. Sure there are going to be people who don’t appreciate it or who make fun of trying to be a do-gooder (most of the time those will be the people who don’t do good and feel guilty about it), but there will also be people who are so beyond grateful the time was taken to make them important, to put a smile on their face, or to help them survive another day. And guess what, the relationship with Christ that I have, I can take all the good with me when I leave this earth. Not one single penny or hundred dollar bill will pass with me when I go, but the good will. And no, I’m not saying all wealthy people self-destruct or that it’s bad to have a lot of things. God wants us blessed, but He also wants to bless us so we may bless others.


So think about what you want to do this Christmas…. buy more ‘things’ that we all have to find a place for, or maybe just think about giving up a few of those luxuries to help someone who needs it. You’ll know success when you see the look on someone’s face that you took the time for.