One of the finer points of being a Cowgirl Momma in East Texas is this is both an area strong in faith and an area that likes its rodeo. Around here I have noticed that people are not afraid to profess their faith by message or just in simple daily ways. They don’t corner you and cram it down your throat but at least a couple times a week I am told to have a blessed day by anyone from a lady at the feed store, to the cashier at Whataburger. It’s a very nice feeling to have a fellow Christian bless you and return that blessing. Try it sometime tell me you don’t get a little extra swing in your step. I am not a person who has it in them to be a devoted missionary. I’ll tell you anytime you want to hear what God has done for me and my family but I’m not going to hold a person hostage who has little faith. I’ve always said actions speak louder than words. I am the daughter of a preacher, hold the preacher’s daughter jokes. My earthly father’s actions versus his chosen profession is probably what kept me from being saved longer than it should have. It’s all because of rodeo I was finally lead to faith.
I was in college in 2003 and troubled with mostly normal things that plague a young woman in her early 20’s who has zero direction. I was riding around the college rodeo arena complaining to a sympathetic ear about everything under the sun and he turned to me and asked if I had been to church. I looked at him like he had lost his mind, he knew my history and if he thought I was going to listen to some hypocrite tell me all my sin’s are condemning me to hell he had another thing coming. That boy being wise beyond his ears pointed out that perhaps “it was not in his capacity to be a good father but in god’s plan for him, did I ever stop and think that maybe the only good thing god could get out of him was to lead people to faith?” Pretty deep words for a 19 year old calf roper from Oklahoma. If anyone reads this and see’s AJ Ormand tell him hello for me. Long story wrapped up I started going to church and in February 2003 I was baptized in the name of the lord.
Now for the people snorting and rolling their eyes because they’ve seen me in action at one time or another, the beauty of being a good Christian is no matter how hard anyone tries to be good we aren’t. People are full of sin and that means everyone even those who like to pretend they aren’t and the good news is you’re forgiven in spite of yourself. So no matter how hard I try to keep my mouth, in check I’m gonna probably say something I shouldn’t and it’s not ok but it’s forgiven.
Back to the reason I’m writing this. It’s very rare I don’t attend a barrel race and here some kind of testimony. I have NEVER been to a rodeo and not heard a prayer. If prayer offends you Rodeo is NOT your sport. Sadly the other night while riding my horse to the warm up pen before the barrel racing I overheard a couple of fellow contestants complaining because they had stopped the rodeo for all of 5 minutes to give a brief message. One of the contestants is one extremely blessed young woman but apparently she missed the memo rolling her eyes and her hauling partner made the comment, “They stopped the rodeo to preach, that’s East Texas for you.” She was young and trying to be cool but it was that moment I thought to myself as I was eavesdropping on their conversation, she’d have been a whole lot cooler if she’d have kept her mouth shut. I get tired of dodging rodeo queens trying to stop after the 8000 lap with a flag but they’re a part of rodeo and the crowd enjoys them and if their glitz and glamour fills the seats to help the rodeo committee stay in business then I will gladly accept it even if I have one horse who still to this day lives in fear of sequins. So if the rodeo committee wants to take a moment to have a dedication that could possibly bring another person to know god then I will sit there all night, whatever they want to do I just want to rodeo and I sure don’t mind hearing a good prayer before I go sailing into an arena on a 1200lb horse on ground that’s most likely either a mine field of rocks or something akin to a shuffleboard table.
I had just wrote the previous blog “That’s Right I’m not from Texas..” I got a chuckle thinking at that moment how proud in fact that a dedication at a rodeo made me glad to call East Texas my home. I will still probably never consider myself a Texan but maybe the good lord is telling me not to be so hard on them?