sheep to the right has a new site!

I couldn’t believe it licked me. Well, let’s be honest, I couldn’t believe I was standing in a sheep pasture holding a sheep. Those that know me will know I’m not a huge animal person (read: I prefer to view them from afar with hand sanitizer in my back pocket.) But here I am standing in a field of sheep, holding a baby lamb, getting LICKED in the face.

You just never know how God is going to stretch you. When my husband Alan suggested we re-do my website (he is my designer) and take pictures with sheep, I was a little skeptical I’ll admit. But to my surprise (and the surprise of many others) I actually liked that sheep! It was adorable. And I don’t even think I used sanitizer afterward. 😉

So, here it is! The relaunch of sheep to the right. I loved my other site, but it was time for a new look. My little sheep friends are still around here and there. Please scroll around, click on my new pages, and let me know what you think. If you get my posts in email form, please click HERE to visit the new site.

Tomorrow, I’m headed to New Mexico for a Christian writer’s conference to pitch my book sheep to the right. The proposal is finally ready! It’s been four years in the making. Please pray for God to continue to use me and my writing for His glory. That’s the real reason for any of this.

To God be the glory,

**A special thanks to Dawn Boyce for allowing us to do a photo shoot with her sheep!


Portable God

A sudden intake of air is followed by a squeal. “Mommy!!!” My baby girl calls my name and her feet do a dance on the mattress of her crib. She runs across the crib and grabs her bear, scooting back to the rail as quick as she can, lifting one arm for me to lift her.

She motions with her other arm wrapped tightly around her coveted animal. “Bear wif us,” she tells me. “Bear wif us.” She repeats herself until I assure her that bear can come “wif us” to get some breakfast downstairs…

Join me today at the Cafe. Click HERE to read the rest of my devotion.

And would you allow me to ask for prayer? I’m preparing to go to New Mexico next week for a writer’s conference. I will be taking two book proposals with me. Would you pray for the following requests:

-Baby Grace is sick today. Please pray I am able to finish all preparations for the trip.

-Pray the rest of the family, including me, will stay healthy.

-Pray for God to go before me and prepare a way.

-Pray for His will to be done.

-Pray protection for me as I travel, but also for my family back home.

-Pray for my friend Amy, who is traveling with me. Her son has epilepsy. Pray for noseizures while she is gone.

Thank you sweet friends! I love you!


Never Let You Down

“I’m not a crook.” Richard Nixon’s infamous words to the Associated Press in November 1973 were simply stated, but untrue. One of the most famous break-ins in history was pinned on the nation’s top seat – the presidency…

I’m posting for the Presidential Prayer Team today. Click HERE to read my devotion. And remember, this link is only good for today, July 7. If you haven’t signed up for the Presidential Prayer Team daily devotions, you should. They will keep you informed of everything going on in our country you need to know.

I hope you are enjoying your summer.


One and Only

I moved up against the wall so she could get past. “Granny, do you want to sit there?” the lady behind her questioned pointing towards the seat I just left. Granny didn’t answer. She just rolled on by, headed straight for my chair.

“Mrs. Hatcher?” the receptionist called again. “Here. I’m here.” I called from my spot against the wall. The older woman slid her walker past and her companion followed.

I picked up my insurance card from the receptionist and found another seat while I waited for the nurse to call me back.

I was sure I was the one and only who sat waiting that long for my appointment.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the two women sit close and talk. “You look pretty. I’m glad to be here,” the companion told what I assumed was her mother. The elder leaned close. Her mouth moved, but I couldn’t hear the words. Her daughter replied with a smile. “I missed you, too. But I’ll be here the next three days. We’ll have fun. Won’t we?” And she patted her knee three times. Pat. Pat. Pat.

The younger of the two must have been in her sixties. She moved to take off her coat, and I noticed her clothes. She was wearing colorful scrubs. This woman wasn’t her daughter at all. It was her nurse. I smiled then thinking about the excellent care this woman must have been receiving.

The next fifteen minutes in my doctor’s office waiting room, I was completely intrigued as I watched the interactions between these two women. The nurse ran her hands over her patient’s hair smoothing it into just the right place. She patted her leg as they waited, and smoothed her hands over the elder’s wrinkled fingers, twisted from arthritis. She continued to talk as she dug through her purse for a nail file and smiled at the people around her as she smoothed the rough edges on the hands of one whose eyes had seen the Great Depression.

“She’s ninety-four. And sharp as a tack,” the nurse shared with the lady across from her. Then she turned to grin at me, nodding her head as if to say I’m telling the truth.

“Mrs. Hatcher?” The call drew me out of the waiting room and on with my day. As I drove home later, I couldn’t get the ladies out of my mind.

It was a visual representation of the way Christ cares for me. He draws close when I speak, not missing a word. He knows the hairs on my head and smooths my rough edges. My Lord is happy to be with me. He pours Himself over me attending my every need. He acts as if I’m the single most important one around. He whispers that I am His one and only.

But I know He whispers it to you, too.

Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows. Luke 12:7 NIV

***If you haven’t entered the Valentine contest, go leave me a comment on THIS post.