It doesn’t happen often enough, but sometimes I’m quiet enough to let God speak through me. On this occasion, it happened after I showed grace toward a driver during a rain shower on an unfamiliar road. I’m not a fan of City Driving these days, which I define as there being more than three cars Read More >
Do you have a favorite place to pray? Since starting the Cross-Dubya in 2013, I’m discovering new places all the time. Something else I’m discovering is how vitally important prayer has become in my life. My prayer spots each have a purpose; some shared, others unique. The common link to all of them is the Read More >
While waiting for the fence builders, steel, and concrete to show up, I pray each night that all on my ranch stay safe for one more day. Even though I pray every day for the Cross-Dubya and all I care for, my prayers have a sense of urgency about them these days. I know I’ve Read More >
So far this year, I’ve only broken two toes. It happens innocently enough. As I’m pouring out a bucket of feed into the bunk feeders, one of my cows will get excited and there goes another one. In their zeal to get the first mouthful, they’ll inadvertently step on my foot. Not long ago, my Read More >
God most definitely has a sense of humor. I think it’s His way of reminding us He controls everything in our lives and we should humble ourselves. After posting a photo of what happens when new white socks meet feedlot mud, I promised my friend Mrs. Melinda Eye Cooper I would write this post. Ms. Read More >
“Rocky” the calf (yep, old “milk-mouth” himself) is a pain in the tuchus. A few weeks ago, he decided he would slip through a loose area in the fence between pastures and go visit the fellas over in the other field. The fellas are yearling steers who are being gained to prepare for moving to Read More >