Pit Bull Revelation

Actually, this could go on to both categories, Pets and Religion. Reason being is...I was on my way to work yesterday, and as I was praying, I feel like I got real revelation from God on my stand and assignment from Him.

Here's the deal, I have really been struggling with the issue of ministry. I have also been struggling with my purpose and what He wants me to do with the passion I have for dogs, especially the Pit Bull. Confusing myself with issues of, “Well, God is about people not animals…and what is the difference going to make in the long run? Animals don’t get saved, they are already innocent beings. I should spend my time and energy in a more productive way, the way of bringing others to salvation.” But then I have a hard time, not being around people per say, but I’m not around a whole lot of people, and I let my faith speak for itself, and minister when I can, but my heart cry is not there for salvation, and then the guilt comes in and then I feel like a bad Christian.

So…as I was praying and really seeking the Lord on this yesterday, I finally got some of the pieces of the puzzle to fit into place. You see, I belong to a great group on MySpace for Pit Bulls and reading and studying about the bans that the politicians want to put into place and the BSL that is going on all across the nation breaks my heart. Not only for the dog but the owner as well. It’s not fair or right too put racism on our animals! We don’t do it to people, why would we do it to animals? And, with the pit bull, it’s looking more and more like genocide! It’s crazy!
Seeing the cry of the people for help made my heart hurt. Knowing that I can’t really do anything but right a letter, I did the only thing I knew would make a difference. I went to my Father. Praying will be the ultimate weapon in this warfare and it looks like we need a lot more prayer warriors to pray for this fight. How does this help God? Well, this is the best part! God gave us the animals in the first place and told us to take care of them! He gave them to us so that “your joy may be full.”

So…with that being said, my mission is to pray in the spiritual battle that is going on in this country against BSL. Yes, it is a huge undertaking and we need many, many more. You see, there is a lot of folks trying to do stuff, but they are doing it in their own strength, NOT God’s. So, as a prayer warrior, we need to pray for wisdom and God’s guidance for the folks that are fighting the politicians that God would help them make good decisions for HIS kids and animals.
I have a new excitement in my step. I don’t feel guilty for not being some “holy person.” Dogs matter to me. So do their owners. So do the issues surrounding it and if some get saved out of the deal…Good for God!

Please pray with me if you think about us.
Thanks and God Bless!

It Finally Happened!

My folks came over for the weekend. It's been quite a while since they've seen Gary. I knew it would be a long day for them and us, so I put a meal in the crockpot first thing this morning. Hungrily and hurridly, we sat at the table, my two dogs plus moms little one all scurrying around it trying to find the best place to beg. Finally, everyone sits, prayers said, we dig in. Chatting away mom finds her eyes bigger than her stomach and she is getting full.

"I can't eat the rest of this." She said.

"You don't have to finish it. Just eat your veggies!" I said. When I realized what I had just said, I started to laugh, we all did. Mom grinned. "Do you know how long I've waited to tell you that? Eat your veggies!"

You never know when opportunity arrises. :-)

Something to think about…

As I approach the date of my dad’s death anniversary I am once again reminded of a very weird thing. I am older than my father. Huh? You might ask, but yes, it is true. For those of you that don’t know, my father was murdered in cold blood when I was only ten. He was only thirty three. I am, ah-hem…older than that, and have been for some time. When I turned thirty four, I was really weirded out. It is hard to imagine being older than a parent.
I remember being thirty three and how grown up I thought I was. Dad had three kids! I didn’t have any. At Thirty three, I didn’t even have a house yet, I was still a happy renter, but he and Mom had a house, cars, solid work, kids and lots of family. As I reflect, it looked like the "perfect" life. Of course, I know it wasn’t, but as a daughter and his little girl, it was!
Now, as an adult, I know the problems for a thirty three year old…house, cars, solid work, kids, (even if mine have fur) and all of the stress that puts on me at my age, much less at Dad’s age. It’s just a weird thing, knowing that I am older than him. I’ve matured, grown up without him. I used to think about it when I was little, after he died that I’d live a day past my thirty third birthday day. Maybe I didn’t want to, or maybe I just couldn’t imagine it, but whatever it was, I’m way past that, and it’s weird. I’m glad I’m here. I’ll be here till God is ready to take me home, where I’ll see God and my dad again. That will be a really cool day, but for now, I suppose, I’ll just have a weird time being older than my dad.