COWBOY
PREACHER'S WIFE
PREACHER'S WIFE
ABOUT US
My dear husband, Dogie, became a Cowboy Action Shooter about 6
years ago. His excitement was contagious, but only enough to
convince me to tag along with him to his second shooting match to
see what this new activity was all about. I had listened to him for
the better part of a month as he explained what he had learned
about cowboy action shooting and the excitement he showed in
returning the next month. I found myself wearing safety glasses
and plugs in my ears as I sat on the porch of an old west building
hearing muffled gun fire and folks all dressed in get-up straight
out of a spaghetti western, somewhere between the 1850’s and
1890’s. I could hear some pretty hardy laughing from time to
time. Not just loud laughing, but that kind that comes from deep-
down inside when folks are really enjoying each others company. I
smiled to myself, thinking how good it was to hear folks having such
a good time. This was the kind of fellowship that I think God
intends for us to share with our brothers and sisters in Christ.
There I sat with my new white tennis shoes, stylish jeans and Liz
top. I felt so perfectly dressed when we left the house, but the
longer I sat on the old porch in my modern attire, I knew I was the
one out of character.
That day was the beginning of a love-affair I now have with the
Old West and all that can be included during that time period.
This affair is multi-faceted – from the dear friends I’ve made, the
fellowships we enjoy, the costuming and creativity, learning to
shoot, loads to use, pointers from helpful cowboys and cowgirls,
being a good posse member, praying for those in need of prayers
and those that aren’t aware of their need for prayer, and just plain
letting God use me however He chooses. You see, Dogie and I are
semi-retired from ministry and God doesn’t recognize the words
semi-retired, nor would we want Him to do so.
years ago. His excitement was contagious, but only enough to
convince me to tag along with him to his second shooting match to
see what this new activity was all about. I had listened to him for
the better part of a month as he explained what he had learned
about cowboy action shooting and the excitement he showed in
returning the next month. I found myself wearing safety glasses
and plugs in my ears as I sat on the porch of an old west building
hearing muffled gun fire and folks all dressed in get-up straight
out of a spaghetti western, somewhere between the 1850’s and
1890’s. I could hear some pretty hardy laughing from time to
time. Not just loud laughing, but that kind that comes from deep-
down inside when folks are really enjoying each others company. I
smiled to myself, thinking how good it was to hear folks having such
a good time. This was the kind of fellowship that I think God
intends for us to share with our brothers and sisters in Christ.
There I sat with my new white tennis shoes, stylish jeans and Liz
top. I felt so perfectly dressed when we left the house, but the
longer I sat on the old porch in my modern attire, I knew I was the
one out of character.
That day was the beginning of a love-affair I now have with the
Old West and all that can be included during that time period.
This affair is multi-faceted – from the dear friends I’ve made, the
fellowships we enjoy, the costuming and creativity, learning to
shoot, loads to use, pointers from helpful cowboys and cowgirls,
being a good posse member, praying for those in need of prayers
and those that aren’t aware of their need for prayer, and just plain
letting God use me however He chooses. You see, Dogie and I are
semi-retired from ministry and God doesn’t recognize the words
semi-retired, nor would we want Him to do so.
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| Guess I've always been a cowgirl! |