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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

40 Day "Lenten Journey"


This is not my usual blog post and it might be hard to follow because it seems all over the place when I read it myself.  Moreover, it seems pretty weird and out there.   You have been forewarned. 
 I am very in tune with my surroundings and I worship God best when I am outdoors.  I believe that God speaks to us though many means during our daily tasks.  For me it seems to especially happen through nature.  That’s just my experience.  And for others, well they might not be able to relate. But I believe that God speaks to each of us in many different ways.  Furthermore, I believe that everything that happens to us has spiritual significance.

My love of the outdoor developed as a young child and all that I feel must come from my "roots".   It seems perfectly logical for me to have spiritual experiences and feel close with the Holy Spirit while outdoors.  But I also, experience spirituality through prayer, my senses and my creative work.  I’m also very skeptical when something becomes a “brain visual", for me.  I review it over and over.  It’s my train of thought.  It can bring about, creativity, productive work or provoke intense thinking and questions if I use it the way God intends.  

Let me step back to the eclipse vision that I mentioned in my post on 4/7/13.  It came to me in a single thought (about 3:00 AM) and I didn’t think much about it.  I simply, sat up for a moment shook my head, filed it in the back of my brain and went back to sleep.  I did think that it was weird to wake from a sound sleep then boom; the first thought when I awoke was that of an eclipse (similar to the picture above).  I RARELY recall a dream or thought immediately following sleep.  Therefore over my lifetime I can only recall a few times that I remember having dreams, good or bad.  But there have been times when I could hardly sleep from excitement over a creative project or times when I would wake up with ideas and could not fall back to sleep from excitement over this creative energy.  When this happens I cannot wait to get to working on it, whatever “IT” might be!   With all of that said, I suppose that when something seems odd or creative energy hits, it sort of sticks with me.  I have been told that I have a discerning nature, carefree, free spirit personality; I think it is better “self-described” as a discerning energy, sort of like a volcano eruption of this mass between my ears! (chuckles)

Who knows why things come to your thoughts?  This eclipse ”awaking  vision” or single thought only seemed odd when it came very vividly to me two more times about the same time at night; first in our Tennessee home and during a two day (alone) stay in lovely Gatlinburg, TN on my way back to West Virginia.   I had felt lead to take this 40 day Lenten journey and focus on God totally in preparation for our move and to get a better understanding of my husband’s "calling", (as he describes it) restore family relationships and humble myself.   And I have been seeking to find my place in this equation!  The clear thought came when I had the experience with the Mourning butterfly.   Immediately following that event I felt lead to look into the face of God for my answers more than I had done in a long while, possible ever done.   As I have mentioned, I have been in my "Southern Comfort Zone", here in Sewanee, TN.    I have told people that we have lived in a place where angels dwell:
The Sewanee Angel
In a folk story it is said that the domain of the University of the South is a place so beautiful angels dwell within its the gates. These angels protect all inhabitants and visitors on the Domain. Sewanee Angels are more than happy to become your guarding angel and protect you off the Domain as well. In order to pick up your angel you must tap the roof of your car as you drive through the gates when departing campus. Upon your return, you tap the roof of your car to release your angel.  You will know why it has been hard to leave here if you watch this beautiful video by Stephen Alverez. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gl0_Q8FwLec&feature=player_embedded;view=detail&FORM=VIRE1

 So, we have been called back to “Almost Heaven West Virginia.  I wrote this back in October after returning from the trip when my husband made the decision to take this job as Regional President of The University of Charleston/Beckley:  There is a particularly poignant moment when I thought about leaving our family and our home in Tennessee. It seemed unimaginable to leave our “Southern Comfort Zone”, a place that I imagine is almost like paradise, for almost heaven WV.  And yet the affirmation seems to come with very little trepidation after Jerry had referred to this change as a "calling".  How can I argue with what he/we feel is God’s will?  I don’t have to leave I thought!  I/we can spend time in both places!  Country roads take us home to both places that we belong! 
We were awaiting morning meetings at Glades Spring Resort with the board members back in October and talking through the details of the transitions, when the alarm clock radio when off and it was the song “Southern Comfort Zone” by Brad Paisley http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B63ABnKv4jA I thought, wow is that a message or what?  Jerry was already up and asked, "What is that noise?"  I said,  "You must have set the alarm, it’s the radio!  Listen to the words!" I have had to do something to get myself prepared.  The "Lenten Journey" seemed a bit extreme and unusual, to say the least!  Separate yet together I had felt compelled that my calling was some creative project but it is much more than that I believe.   Though I believe that my creative gifts will be used, this calling involves both of us. 

This all gets a bit out there but let me try to explain some of the crazy details.  I left Sewanee on March 19 the weather got a bit rough around Chattanooga, TN (tornado warnings, heavy rain and high winds) and it delayed my trip north.  I pulled into East Tennessee very late and had to pull over to rest, I get sleepy when I drive or ride for that matter!  I fell asleep in my car.  Oh... yes I did, tapped out!  When I woke up there was a talk radio program on and I had caught it on one of my earlier trips back South to Tennessee from West Virginia.  It briefly caught my attention given some similar information on a topic that I had heard some other people talking about while up there in WV.  I’m not one to listen to talk radio; I’m not a big TV watcher or a moviegoer either.  I like movies I just don’t make or waste a lot of time watching many movies and definitely not TV and talk radio has never appealed to me so this was unusual for me to stay on the channel for any amount of time.   The second time I stumbled upon this station, it was talking about possible knowledge that the Vatican might have regarding other life in the universe.  Hum?  I didn’t listen much longer.  But the guest speaker had talked about the Vatican Observatory and their advanced equipment/ telescope and astronomical research that sounded interesting.  Equipment that was said to be more advanced than the Hubble telescope due to some mirrors.  The speaker’s theory was that the Vatican might soon release information on possible knowledge of, or evidence of and possible life elsewhere in the universe. So I listen just long enough!  I think that I was more intrigued for a few minutes given my recent visions of an eclipse. Then I flipped the station off.   Music is more my style!

Upon arriving in Gatlinburg I continued my intense prayer (even experienced what my husband referred to as contemplative prayer after explaining that I had, had a good laugh with the Holy Spirit after intense Bible study.  The first night that I was there I woke up with my third such vision.  I had recalled reading places in the Bible about prophecy, visions and signs in the heavens.  All I could do is question myself and try to understand if it meant something.   I remembered some verses and looked for them. Genesis 1:14 Speaks about signs.  “Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs and seasons, and for days and years.  I located the verses that I recalled in Luke 21:25 and Joel 2: 28-32, it speaks about prophecy. I found them intriguing since I felt like the verses in Joel were talking about a possible solar eclipse (like my vision pictured above).   I felt that the Holy Spirit was leading me to read for understanding.   After a few days there I made my way on up to WV.   When I arrived my husband filled me in on schedules and events going on at and with the University.  And when he said, “Oh, there is a speaker that you may want to hear on Tuesday”, (as he chuckled) given your recent visions” (he laughed).  I said, “Huh?” he said, “Yeah, Father Corbally, S.J., Astronomer to the Vatican will be speaking here before lunch and then I’m going to take him to lunch”.  I thought that he was joking.   I said,” Right!?!”    Then he handed me a large postcard that was entitled University of Charleston Speaker Series, “Star Wars: When Astronomy and Religion Meet”.  He would speak first in at the University of Charleston/ Beckley and head to Charleston after lunch with my husband.  And then he spoke in Charleston at 6:30 PM and the staff was requesting that we possibly join Father Corbally for dinner.  We were unable to attend since I needed to head back to Tennessee shortly after I heard him speak.  Obviously this was very odd to me.  And a bit comical when the speaker began his speech with something about, "When Star Wars and ET meet" and he posed a question something like, What if I told you that there was evidence of other life out there in the universe, would that change how you view God?  Again, I may not be wording it exactly like Father Corbally did but it was something like that.  And I was very exhausted and lost some interest when he didn't say that they had any evidence! Hehe I had a long drive ahead and I desperately needed a nap!

After returning back to Tennessee I continued my Bible studies and fervent prayer.  I continued to feel that the Holy Spirit was speaking to me through nature and my daily Bible readings. 

Even though we had never been through counseling, I mentioned to my husband that we might need some counseling to work through this move and the challenges we face.  I'm sure my husband's thoughts were something like.... you need some, not me!  Nonetheless, my husband and I talk about speaking with a pastor and he asked if I would go to meet with a pastor that we knew of through our son and his wife.   I wasn't interested in speaking with anyone that we knew well.   (I was too embarrassed)  He is not connected to us on a regular basis nor is he with our church.  I agreed.  We drove to Nashville to talk with him about our marriage, the move and this calling to West Virginia.   I mentioned that I had been doing a Lenten journey.   I explained to him some things that I/we needed to work on as a couple and my need to find my place in this move.  I also shared some things from the past, some of what was happening currently and he was interested in hearing what I had to share.  He turned his chair toward me, apologized to my husband, scooted his chair in closer, face to face and asked me if I had an impending feeling that I am running out of time.  I said, “Yes, I always feel that way”!  "I prefer not to waste time"!  He shared with me/us that he too had felt that way. (I got serious)  He shared that he felt a calling back to West Virginia as well!  We all discussed how unusual that was for all of us to be called there and brought together by this move.  He is from there though and still working through his calling too.  I’m from MISSISSIPPI and I like to go barefooted and squish the sand between my toes and soak up the sunshine!   Being called to West Virginia did cause some questioning within me not my husband though; he has always felt that "calling". 

  I mentioned to this pastor that I had a vision of an eclipse several times and nothing else. Pretty uneventful but it had stuck with me oddly enough.   I mentioned that I had the feeling that it was, somehow, a divine message.   I shared several other stories from my past and he mentioned that I/we should read 1 Corinthians 12-13-14.  We discussed discernment and edification through the Holy Spirit.  He called me a mystic and I looked shocked because I thought that was considered more occult (I felt momentarily offended) but he quickly said, “You’re a visionary”.   I’ve never been told that but I’ve not experienced or shared things like this for a long time.    It was an interesting, learning experience.   Several other things happened on our way home.  I thought of conversations that I had randomly overheard while in West Virginia during February and early March about people having microchips embedded in their hands due to a company up in Canada requesting that their employees do this to store their medical and important identification information.  According to these random conversations that I overheard (in line while shopping, not eavesdropping… they spoke LOUD and acted as though they wanted me to hear what they were saying, looking back at me as they spoke, possibly waiting for my reaction...I had none!), they mentioned three individuals that said no to receiving a microchip embedded in their body due to religious reasons. (I thought...I hope they said NO!!!)  Apparently one lady knew one of the men and she said that the man opted to could carry a card with his information on it instead of having a microchip imbedded in his skin.  These random individuals (three different people at three different locations that day) spoke of fear of that happening with our government, medical concerns and etc.  Okay folks I thought...calm down!   Then my thoughts went back to my early church experiences in Chattanooga, TN during a revival with Tony Fontane, around 1973-1974 (at Concord Baptist Church) only months before his death (Not sure why I can recall this man’s name after all of these years, 38 years ago when I often cannot remember someone's name five minutes after I meet them!!!)  He and our church leaders asked us (young teens) to beware of a time when a Revelation prophecy could happen during our lifetime.  It would be a time to reject something that someone might ask to put either on or in our hand or forehead.  And that it would involve computers (at that time they were the size of big rooms in the 1970’s, HUGE, not laptops!)  How could they have imagined what computers would do today?  We were told that we should reject anything like that because it would be fulfillment of the prophecy in Revelation and the sign of the “beast”.   I also remember when we had a representative visit us from a company about a credit card reader that we bought back in the mid 1990’s for our store.   And the rep described this machine as a "good purchase" at around $1200.00 (My husband reminded me that later it cost us another $2000.00 Gheezzzz....! ) because the credit and debit card machine could accommodate the "smart card" (a card that contains an embedded microprocessor or as she called it a, "microchip").   I asked what that was and she explained that it was a card that has been designed and possibly already being used in Europe.   And that it would be used in a cashless society.   And that their company was working with inventors that were researching those similar microchips being embedded in our hand and this machine could carry our store into those advanced times of the next millennia.   My memory immediately returned to the words that I had recalled from my early teens during that revival.  So, after speaking with the pastor and on our way home I also recalled a friend of mind mentioning a pastor that she admired also some how associated with West Virginia (but apparently from TN) and I searched Google for videos and information about prophecy.  I got more than I remotely imagined or bargained for.   I stumbled upon a Youtube video and it popped up loud and clear (I’m not posting that one because it might be a lot to take in if you aren’t prepared) and that was what these people (In the stores in WV) were talking about.   This was the pastor that my friend had told me about and then another video popped up from pastor John Hagee.  Another friend of mine said that they thought that he came across as arrogant and pompous.  I'm not judging, I am sure that he is a man of God with a wonderful message and possibly prophetic messages.  But does he come across a bit arrogant or pompous? It is more likely that he is so full of knowledge that it seems to some to come across that way.  But okay, his video was talking about blood moons and an eclipse (dodododo started going off in my brain...YIKES!  Why did I have to run across this video right now?  Really?) I watched it only briefly then decided to just read a book and my Bible. This is another video that I ran across but there are so many more... http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=Perry+Stone+666+Prophecy+&view=detail&mid=C6ED80D45202A815C71EC6ED80D45202A815C71E&first=0&FORM=NVPFVR

 My husband was exhausted from the intense discussions, his new job and lots of travel.  He rarely wants me to drive but he gladly turned over the wheel to me as my brain was churning.   He likely prayed that I would not share another thought or word!  Oh "Lordy"!  I drove back to the mountain and kept my mouth closed.   I took from our meeting that I am being called to West Virginia as well in some capacity and that when I feel discernment that I should share that with my husband.  And from my readings and studying (in spite of the videos and visions) I feel that these visions can all be signs and warning but that the work of telling others the message that God sent his Son, Jesus to redeem us of our sins, is our most important mission and ministry as Christians. This is the message that God wants told.    He wants us to know his wonderful kindness, immense love for us and He wants to have a relationship with each of us through Jesus.  Jesus is our bridge to God the Father.  We need to simply be ready and prepared in our hearts and souls at all times.  If you look and read the stories of the Bible from Moses to Noah, the people should have never been surprised by what happened, God has always warned us through His word, signs in nature and the heavens.  If we study His word we should not be surprised we should simply enjoy all that God's redeeming love offers.

I want to share one of my first projects in West Virginia that my husband inspired me to do.  It was done to benefit the local Women's Resource Center.


Monday, February 13, 2012

Heaven sent!


Our son Daniel and Sam in December 1997, when this story began.


Sam was so sweet to stay right with our grand babies.



Mr. Debonair....

Our grand daughter giving Sam some lovin'.




In late 1997 our youngest son was eight years old. We were gearing up for Christmas in our jewelry store, the busiest time of the year for us. The make or break season. Our son, Daniel, had been talking about and asking for a Golden Retriever puppy. And as it got nearer to Christmas I asked him to put his list together. He only had one request; it was what he had talked about most, a Golden Retriever puppy, for goodness sakes! I tried to explain to him that mommy was busy at the store and we might think about a puppy in the spring but now was not a good time for us to try and get a puppy. I explained to him that I would be the one to have to take care of the puppy and it was not feasible for me to take a puppy to the jewelry store nor would it be fair to the puppy or me. He was relentless but not in a whiney way. One day I said,” now son you better put something on your list besides a Golden Retriever puppy or you will get presents that I decide to put on your list and you will not have anything that you really want”. He looked at me puzzled and said, “I only want a Golden Retriever and I prayed to GOD for one…”Mommy; doesn’t GOD answer your prayers?” I quipped, “HE sure does…(with one eyebrow cocked WAY up) but on HIS own good time and I’m telling YOU that it just isn’t happening this Christmas so YOU had better put something else on that list!” Well…..he didn’t! Christmas came and went and we were busy as ever. Daniel seemed disappointed but not miserable. He didn’t say much about a puppy but you could tell that he was sad and a bit disappointed even though we had explained our situation as best as we could. As usual the house Christmas tree was the last to come down since I had all of the stores Christmas decorations to pack away first. An arduous task in deed! It was about two weeks after Christmas, I was one lucky mom, I usually was able to pick up our three children from school and spend the rest of the day and evening with our family. One sunny day as we pulled into our drive way after school (we lived out in the country a bit) and there were several dogs romping and playing in our yard. I didn’t pay much attention. I stopped at the end of the driveway to check our mailbox and I left the van door ajar. When I returned to the van this over grown puppy, a Golden Retriever was in my seat trying to reach our son Daniel. Well, Daniel was so excited all he could shout was,” can we keep him mom, can we keep him?!?” He was beautiful! And there was instant attraction…Of course! And they played together until dark. Our other son and our daughter arrived home after sports practice and my husband after work. They all took to this gorgeous creature. I knew I was in deep trouble. Everyday for a couple of weeks this playtime went on and we had no idea who this puppy belonged to. He would show up promptly after school each day and so I had to start asking around about him. No one seemed to know anything until one day I went to make a deposit for our store and this lady had mentioned one time that she lived close to us, about a half mile away. I remembered that one day she had come by to deliver a deposit receipt that I had failed to get. So, I thought… I will ask her if she knows this dog, she must live fairly close. She said that it sounded like her son Troy’s dog. He and his wife had a Golden Retriever puppy that they had gotten from the State of West Virginia. The story I was told is that there was a breeding kennel that was in deplorable conditions and they had been breeding high dollar service dogs. The mother of this puppy had been bred out and the State had to put her down. There were eight puppies and they were given to several people in this family, extended family and friends. The lady behind the glass at the banks drive-in window told me that they were actually looking for someone to take this puppy. They felt like he needed more attention and they both worked shift work, he was an engineer and she was a nurse. The dog was opening up his cage by lifting the U bar and running a half mile to see us everyday. She asked me, “Do you want a dog?” I replied,” no thanks” and I put my fingers up in a BIG X! A few days passed and I shared with my husband what the lady said. He had fallen in love with Sam (his given name). We all had! We sat the children down and we all decided he was a keeper. We went to bed that night and as the lights went out I said, in a chocked up voice…”I guess GOD answered Daniel’s prayer after all!” and my husband chuckled…”or the Devil did!” Some days I did think the Devil answered that prayer…when I had something better to do than clean those muddy paws and fur tumble weeds throughout our house. But more often than not Sam was by far the most wonderful pet we have ever had. An angel of a dog that heaven sent! And a couple years later Daniel saved up his money for a female companion for Sam, Carly. Carly was not as trainable as Sam, he was easily trainable from the start. She was stubborn from the start! Sam came to us with open ears and a willingness to please, Carly had other agendas.
I guess my husband and I had taken to Sam and Carly even more than ever. They kept us busy twice a day out on the trails in West Virginia. We were lucky to have access to thousands of acres to walk and hike in. When we closed our business to make a transfer to Tennessee, Sam and I were becoming even bigger buddies. Now with our three children going off to college and busy in school the week days were ours. We spent every waking hour together. He was my constant companion, my “shadow”. He sat beside me (usually at my feet) as I painted, made jewelry, worked on my daily chores or gardened outside. Finally grandchildren came along and Sam and Carly seemed to initially welcome and at least tolerate their company. And they were patient with their growing and learning. I believe the dogs taught them a few lessons. Our grand babies learned to listen for their barks at the door to come in and watch for their desire for another treat from the pantry, for which they enjoyed accommodating them with great pride.
It was hard for all of us to accept but Sam started to show some age. It was hard to believe that the dog that had climbed the hills of West Virginia and Tennessee like a mountain goat had finally begun to slow down. As Sam continued to weaken my husband had to carry him up and down the stairs. He slept by our bed every night and nearly communicated with me as though he were talking right to me in his expressions and body language. He was never comfortable with being carried and he weighed nearly 80 pounds during his peak but had trimmed down some. Nevertheless, I was concerned about my husband carrying Sam up and down the stairs for fear of them falling. My husband had, had a terrible motorcycle accident and a compound fracture to his right femur, along with several other injures a few years ago, so the last thing that we needed was a fall! Sam had been a super companion to my husband during his recover and so had our cats! Separating Sam from us at night was very difficult, especially on Sam! But we had to put up a child gate so he would not attempt to climb the stairs and I had to put a stop to this dangerous task. It broke my heart as he looked so pitifully at me each night. We made him a super comfortable palette in our family room and many nights I would sleep downstairs on the couch with him to comfort him. He also had an awesome bed in our garage that in the end proved to be his most coveted resting place.
Sam learned many words and he and Carly had a few that we had to be careful not to utter at the wrong time or crazy excitement might erupt! These two Golden Retrievers kept and Carly still keeps us outdoors twice a day rain or shine and on our hikes or walks. They have been great motivator of exercise!
Sam’s health finally began to deteriorate at about fourteen and a half. We have a super vet that makes house calls and when Sam and Carly began to have a few problems she offered suggestions and awesome care. They both had surgery to remove some growths and Sam’s was cancer. He healed well but continued to slow down. By late summer 2011 he was weaker and our hikes had come to a halt. Very quickly our walks became shorter and at last we resorted to strolls and wagon rides. He loved being outside and riding in the truck was one of his very favorite things to do! We had not done that in a long time and in late September 2011 Sam went on his last truck ride. He was so happy and you could tell it! He never lost the puppy in his spirit.
We have had a little intruder problem for about a year. We have two cats that our son Daniel found at the lake behind our house and another large cat has been coming in our pet door to find food and shelter. It gets our cats all worked up causing some “CrAzY hissy fits” and Sam being the “Great Interceptor and Ruckus Controller ” that he was, possibly tried to intercede and coax our friend on his way as Carly, our female, attempted to abruptly escort him back out the door I assume. I heard some noise but this had become a nightly routine and I was exhausted that night and did not get up. That was very unusual for me. Apparently Sam being too weak plummeted straight down our deck stairs in the dark, early morning hours during this altercation. He had not attempted to travel down them for many months. It broke our hearts as we noticed him missing from our family room when we woke up the next morning. Rushing and in a panic we found him at the bottom of the deck stairs unable to move. We immediately carried him to his bed in our garage. As I scurried to straighten his covers my husband tried to sit him down for a moment, unable to stand he just held him sort of close to the ground and Sam looked at me as if to say he was sorry with his eyes. Oh I cried, Sam no baby we are so sorry. I had scolded him just weeks before as he for the umpteenth time lately had gotten into the lake behind our home unable to get back out. I fussed at him a little and shot him one of those looks, like Sam what in the world were you thinking looks! He had gotten in a boggy nasty part of the lake. I was on the phone with my sister and had momentarily lost him long enough for him to slip in for a dip. At first I chuckled then I realized oh my goodness, he cannot get out. We were covered in muck and tears and we smelt atrocious. I lost one of my shoes somewhere down in the goo. I had to physically drag him across a bridge and up a hill, call my husband at work and ask him to bring the truck to pick us up. It was the second of such call in a short time span. I was a mess both physically and mentally and so was Sam. My husband proceeded to remove some of his dress clothes in order to get us in the truck bed. This look that Sam gave me now was the very same look after such an ordeal. It was as though he were saying he was sorry with his eyes. And I felt horrible that I had heard something during the night of his fall but didn’t get up as things seemed to get quiet again. We quickly accessed Sam’s injury as very serious, and more than likely life threatening, I phoned the vet. She arrived in what seemed like forever as we waited with great sadness knowing that Sam would probably never recover. Our fears were confirmed on October 31, 2011. Sam died in my arms and I had to drive his still warm body about an hour away to meet the ever so kind folks that would ultimately cremate Sam for us. I stopped as I pulled out of our driveway to let Carly, our female Golden, who had gone to the end of our driveway to lie in the garden, say good bye to her best buddy and brother by adoption, Sam. She nudged him with her nose, seemingly unaware that he was gone, she wanted to ride too. I told her that she must stay and she began to back up very confused, one had never gone anywhere without the other accept when she had been bitten on the nose by a copperhead snake. I gave her a pat on the head for assurance as I hated to leave her behind. After I had gone she must have walk a short distance down the street to our neighbor’s home to lie down in their garage. After all most of our neighbors seem to love and cherish our animals too. These particular neighbors’s informed us of this after they heard about Sam’s passing. They said that she had never in the ten years that we have live here come to do that. In fact, they often try to get her to walk with them and she will visit briefly in front of our home but never venture off with anyone but us.
About two days after Sam’s passing Carly perked up with some excitement she stood at the tailgate of my husband’s truck, wagging her tail and looking as if to say, okay let’s go get Sam! This was the truck that she and Sam had ridden in, in September and before that it had surely been close to a year since we were able to take them for a ride. I did take her on a ride that day and the day after she did the same thing. After no return of Sam possible she knew something was up. On the fourth day she didn’t ask for a truck ride. Carly began to seem quieter and obviously sad in the days to follow. She barely got up to take her walks and often refused to go. I felt like I had lost a child and I wondered what she thought. I was so terribly sad. But I/we are so thankful to have been so blessed to enjoy such a wonderful pet for so many years. And we still have sweet Carly! And our two cats Reesie and Sug’-a-Bee!
About two weeks ago our son Daniel was going through a few rough days and I had, had him in my prayers very intensely. During a long hike that I had not taken since last year because it had become too long and dangerous for Sam, I was praying and hiking with a vigorous pace and God stopped me in my tracks as I reached the bluff. He reminded me about when Daniel was young. And how I had missed an opportunity to teach Daniel about how God answers prayers. It was as clear as though I could hear Daniel’s little voice, Mommy; doesn’t GOD answer your prayers?” (Remember as I mentioned earlier?)I quipped, “HE sure does…but on HIS own good time and I’m telling you that it just isn’t happening this Christmas so you had better put something else on that list!” as I nodded my head with such confidence! Who was I to say when God would answer Daniel’s prayer? After all I had said that he would answer the prayer on His (God’s) own good time! It was a teaching moment and I failed, it had been about my time, on my schedule! Surely little Daniel must have been confused. So, now was a teaching moment and a learning moment for me, (Daniel now 22 years old) so later that evening, I began a series of text messages. They began like this…Me-“I’ve got a question for you…It’s not a hard one I don’t think…but I was curious about something. Daniel- “OK” Me-“When you were little and you told me that you had prayed for a Golden Retriever puppy for Christmas…did you really or did you just tell me that?” Daniel-“I really did. I always wanted one” Me- “And do you think that God answered your prayer or do you think that Sam just showed up?” “I was thinking about that on my morning hike.” ;0) “I really feel his (Sam’s) spirit around still when I walk. I know that sounds crazy but dad said the same thing on our walk this evening.” Daniel- “I can’t say for sure but it would be quite a coincidence if he wasn’t a godsend! Plus he was such a special dog!” Me- “Yea that’s what I feel.” “And then you really wanted a puppy so we got Carly! Do you think that she was an answer too? Haha” (you have to know the two dogs to understand this part) Daniel- “I’m not sure about her haha. She is sweet though.” “Ok love you” Me- “Yes she is…and she has been very SPECIAL lately too!” “One more question…If you remember back then when you prayed for Sam…did you really believe that God would answer your prayer or did you just hope?” “I was just thinking about how little faith I had when I told you not now, not for Christmas but maybe we can revisit the idea of a dog in the spring or summer so that you could help more with a puppy. And that if you didn’t put something else on your list that you would simply just get what I decided to get you” “Your response back to me is as clear to me today as if I could hear your sweet little voice say…’well I prayed for a Golden Retriever puppy! Mommy; doesn’t GOD answer your prayers?’ And you looked at me.” Daniel- “Well I’m not really sure. I just know that I prayed for one but never thought that one would just show up like Sam did. I thought the only way I’d get one is if you got it for me.” Me-“I remember firmly looking at you and saying, YES son, but it happens on His own good time and I’m telling you that you better put something else on your list….!” Daniel- “Haha, Yes I do remember that” Me- “It just got me thinking this morning…” Ok love you. No more questions! Have fun!” Daniel- “Haha ok love you. Thank you!”
God gives us teaching moments. And God answers prayer. His answers are yes, not right now and no I have something better in store for you later.
Sam was an inspiration for me in several different mediums and media of art. I made paintings, digital art, photographs, fabric print and even painted him on a wooden chest for our grand daughter's fifth birthday. He truly was an angel sent from heaven.
Thank you for reading,
Gayle Forster

The fountain of beauty is in our heart, and many of those beautiful, fascinating thoughts and images are illustrated in it’s chamber s and must be purged...
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This piece is a digital art that I did of Sam several years ago.  It has been reproduced in prints for sell and displayed in my art shows.





This is a piece of fabric that I designed and printed from a photograph that I took of Sam in the Fall of 1999.




The little chest that I painted for our grand daughter so the she could treasure our buddy Sam and have a story to tell.



 

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