The Caliche Times    Vol. 3  No. 3       5-12-00

© Cowboy Jerry  

The following is a prayer that came together as a result of the current severe drought that we are undergoing in the Central Texas area as we have watched our ranch stock tanks dry up and the grass become parched with temperatures soaring to 100 and above in the last few days.  We have been without significant rainfall for over two years now.   The few rains that we have had haven't produced any "run off" water to our stock tanks.  We have watched other ranchers sell their cattle as we have tried to hang on.  Unless we have rain soon and less wind which is robbing us of all moisture, we will not have the grass we need for cattle or for winter hay.  Our ranch will have to follow suit and sell cattle that we really don't want to get rid of.

Following the prayer is a Mother's Day story to honor good mothers everywhere.  Hope you enjoy it.
Jerry

 

 

We Thought so Anyway.

© Jerry Davis    5-12-00

 

We have prayed and prayed good prayers, oh Lord.

We thought so anyway.

We have used up all the good prayers we know and made up a few that weren’t so good.

These prayers haven’t been working, oh Lord.

Have we been praying for the right things?

Rain was our priority to ask for Lord.

We thought so anyway.

The weather pattern was the problem.

We found out you didn’t want to change nature again,
you had worked on it a long time the first time.

Once you got the earth spinning and the poles in place you decided to sit back and enjoy what you had built.
We decided that we had come to depend on weather patterns that are not dependable but variable. 

We thought so anyway.

We began to realize that something else would have to change.

We don’t have 40 years to wander in the desert, at least some of us don’t.

Maybe it's a test that we needed.

  We thought so anyway.

 
Maybe it’s a prayer for a new plan we need.

Maybe it’s praying for something we can change.

Maybe for inner strength, spiritual strength.

 Maybe it’s a prayer for a better plan, to use what we have until nature varies in our favor. 

We think so anyway. 

 

 

The following writing is about a real mother and her children.   I wish all children could be this fortunate. 

It was Mother’s Love

 

It was mother’s love.  When you said “Ok, would you like some more cream of peaches?” and didn’t say “Don’t throw your food on the floor.” 

It was mother’s love.   When you said “We want to share all the toys with little brother too” and didn’t say “stop that screaming.” 

It was mother’s love.  When you said “Let’s put on some play clothes so you can play in the water and mud after the rain.”  And didn’t say “No, you might get muddy.” 

It was mother’s love.  When you said “I think daddy would like to go with you to the store and help you find a new truck.  You did really well at the hospital when you got your shots today” and didn’t say “You shouldn’t have cried and tried to get off the bed.” 

It was mother’s love.  When you said “Did you like your birthday cake when you dipped your face into it to take a bite” and didn’t say “NO! NO!  Now you have icing all over your face.” 

It was mother’s love.  When you said “You don’t push little brother down.  Go to time out” and didn’t say “The next time you do that I’m going to …….” 

It was mother’s love.   When you said “Daddy will toss you up high when he gets through tossing little brother and didn’t say “You’re too heavy, Daddy can’t toss you any more.” 

It was mother’s love.   When you said “Would you like to have another chocolate cookie?” and didn’t say “you’ve got chocolate all over your face, diapers, hands and on the floor.” 

It was mother’s love.  When you said “Take your nap now and when you wake up Grandmother and Papa will be here.”

 It was mother’s love.  When you taught me to wave bye and say bye, bye to Papa and Grandmother with a fist that sprung open and closed again over and over.”

It was mother’s love.   It was mother’s love when you said GOOD JOB! to all the things I did right, like use the potty correctly.

It was mother’s love.   It was mother’s love when you stored some of my toys for me to rediscover on a rainy day.  It was like Christmas all over again when you brought them out again. 

It was mother’s love.  It was mother’s love when you said I had to eat some food on my plate before I could have M&Ms.

It was mother’s love.  When you said “I love you Jonah, I love you Caleb.”

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