The Dream CatcherWith the CRACK of the bat~ the shortstop steps back~ adjusts his cap~ and looks upwards towards the sky. With the ball in sight~ he claims it as his own~ I GOT IT! But as the ball comes plummeting down with the force of a fireball from the outer atmosphere, he loses sight of his incoming catch. Just as he is ready to resolve all is lost~ the center outfielder steps up~ raises his glove above his head~ and clutches the ball before it crashes to the ground. God is my Batter. He hits the dreams my way~ forcing me to look upward. I am the Shortstop. Willing to grab hold of the vision He has prepared just for me. Weak and overwhelmed~ I lose sight and declare it impossible. He must not have intended that dream for me~ the dream slips through my trembling fingers~ and wavering heart. Meteorology Man is my Center Outfielder. Seeing his Wild Woman is ready to surrender to the frailty~ he steps up~ holds out his hands~ and catches her vulnerable dreams. His strong and secure hands unselfishly keep the treasures of my heart safe. When we moved onto this little ranch almost two years ago~ I thought it would be for a long long time~ if not until that final move to my Ranch in the Sky. But MM felt it was only a stepping stone. A provision yes~ but it was not the place I have always told him about~ that would take my breath away. I will look in all directions and see nothing but God’s creation. Wild mustangs running, kicking, high stepping as they move across the land together as one. Buffalo~ there will be buffalo. Spring fed pond for my boys~ sunlight dancing off the blue sparkling water, as they fish to their heart’s desire. Lodge style bunk beds to snuggle visiting family and friends after a fun day of laughing, eating and playing cowboy. The surroundings to design and host events~ leaving folks with the feeling they have indisputably encountered the Wild West. A sanctuary for hurting folks to stop in~ breathe in God’s beauty~ where each exhale releases healing. Our little ranch has been the beginning of healing for me. When we came to Oklahoma, I felt like a battered Pitbull~ searching for a secluded porch to crawl under~ to lick its tender wounds. Some fresh and still bleeding~ other’s scarred over and infected. To finally arrive~ only to discover a few barbed wire fences holding us from doing what I thought God had called us to do. We had to rent a home until our NY property sold. ONE WHOLE YEAR later~ we were able to buy our little ranch~ and I was so relieved and wasted no time getting started.~ for I felt we had lost so much time already. I was like a hen preparing for her chicks. It was time for those nesting dreams to be hatched. Surrounded myself with large doses of horses and dogs. Started training the children~ as they trained their minis for the ministry. Plans. Plans. Plans. Busy. Busy. Busy. Let’s go~ we got a lot to do people. Ever run into a barbed wire fence? It seems I had tangled myself into yet another one. ouch. More than ONE WHOLE YEAR this crohns disease stayed out of remission. Totally discouraged and totally convinced that I hadn’t heard from God at all~ these were just childish dreams. That wouldn’t come to pass. That couldn’t come to pass. I closed my eyes, looked away from the sky and had every intension of letting the ball drop. I informed Meteorology Man to sell the horses~ sell our little ranch~ in a soft whispery way~ of course. Ok. It was more like me angrily crying~ babbling about how guilty I felt my family had to do all the work. Thankfully~ while I was wiping my runny nose with my shirt sleeve~ he took position to catch the ball. He wasn’t going to stand by and let my dreams fall into the Oklahoma dust. If God is the Giver of Dreams~ then MM is my Catcher of Dreams. Our little ranch is officially on the market. Our new ranch is in sight~ and yes~ it does take my breath away. *If anyone is interested in viewing the Photo Tour of our current place on the market~ now that all of the updates are finished~ with the exception of the built in oven/microwave, they are being ordered~ just let me know~ and I will private message you the link. *If anyone is interested in viewing the new ranch~ contingent on selling our current ranch~ just let me know~ and I will private message you the link. Funny thing about this place~ it has a loft full of lodge style bunk beds. | 
