A Good Woman


A “good woman” to me is all things good and true. One who will teach her children  love, honesty, loyalty, and to love people not hate and try to rape, torture, and murder them.  She will honor her husband but she will not follow him if he chooses to turn to satan and demands her to do something that is against God. God is her master not her husband. She dresses appropriately and brings honor to her family not shame. Her husband in return loves her and would never ask her to do anything against God. 

A “good woman” to a muslim (who worships allah  = satan), is one who will sacrifice themselves and their children to rape, torture, and death. And one who will blow themselves and their children up when told to, and obeys her husband no matter what.  She is a curse to her family and teaches them to hate, lie, cheat, steal, and kill in the name of their allah. They dress to cover their bodies in shame and fear of being tortured or killed if they do not comply. They are taught that if they are beautiful and a man rapes her it is her fault. What a horrible way to live! That is not living! That is a slave and a concubine. They live among the “living dead”.

I would rather be dead than to live in a country that worships allah=satan!God bless America!! God bless our godly, and good women. 

How Much Faith Do We Need? Only As Small As A Mustard Seed.


I have been taught that “Faith without Works” is dead. If per say we want to find a job, we can have all the faith that we want but if we do not do the “footwork” then we will not find a job.

I have had people in church tell someone that they did not pray enough, and I say that is a wrong”. Who are they to judge anyone or to decide if that person has prayed enough? Only God can decide that. I cannot stand “holier than thou” Christians.

I have had people try to “take my inventory” and tell me what I am doing wrong in life, in other words “control freaks”, but I have been told to tell them to “get a piece of paper and a pen” and they take their inventory, and I will take mine. Only God can judge us.

And…you are right…we can live in fear of not doing good enough and beating our selves up trying to be perfect…I almost died trying to be perfect. We are human “beings” not human “doings”. We can only do the best that we can with what God has given us. God bless you.  

I hope that you stand strong and stop listening to the “naysayer” and “goodie two shoes” people who put you down or want to control you. I cannot be controlled anymore by “guilt trips” or manipulation, so I have serenity.

Why Do You Keep Trying To Fit In, When God Created You To Stand Out?



“Why are you trying so hard to fit in, when you’re born to stand out?”

~ Oliver James


“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”

Bernard M. Baruch


“You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.”

Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass

“I am wired by nature to love the same toys that the world loves. I start to fit in. I start to love what others love. I start to call earth “home.” Before you know it, I am calling luxeries “needs” and using my money just the way unbelievers do. I begin to forget the war. I don’t think much about people perishing. Missions and unreached people drop out of my mind. I stop dreaming about the triumphs of grace. I sink into a secular mind-set that looks first to what man can do, not what God can do. It is a terrible sickness. And I thank God for those who have forced me again and again toward a wartime mind-set.”
John Piper, Don’t Waste Your Life

Leaving Your Own Footprint…Your Legacy


I want to remembered for the “good” that I did or tried to do. I want to continue the legacy of “sharing my experience, strength, and hope” to the still suffering. I want to honor those who came before me and carried the message to me for free. I can reach those who do not feel comfortable in church, like me. AA meetings brought me to God! I did not dress the way I should, I did not talk like I should, and I quit going to some churches that acted as if they were “high and mighty” or wanted me to be “perfect”. 

My sponsor told me years ago to never replace my program with church, and she is so right.  I have seen many get sober through the program, and then drift away to relapse, die, or get too “high and mighty” to help the new person still suffering and still seeking a way out. Also, they live in EGO = Easing God Out of their lives and tell people that they do not need AA or the meetings, the Steps, or a Sponsor like everyone else. And…they use the excuse that AA does not work for them, BULL! You either have found God or you have not!! If you found God, then you can do anything.

If you want what we have, then you will do what we did. Go to meetings, get a sponsor, work the Steps, and “carry the message” of hope, otherwise you will only “carry the disease”. 

My mentor told me years ago that his favorite quote was, “I Stand By The Door”. I love it too. It reminds me to not get too good or too perfect, as some church people try to do. I do not “play God” or preach at people, because I have learned that it only serves to push people away and does not help them. I cannot save everyone, but I can save someone, and keep me sober in the process. 

I had been getting out of my service work. I still sponsored ladies, but I needed more. I wanted to share some of what my sponsors have blessed me with. I DO have a lot to share with anyone who wants to listen. I am beginning a Big Book Study @ 7pm on Tuesdays @ the Industrial Group on First Street, Galena Park, Texas. All are welcome. 

I am Me! God loves me just as I am. 


I Stand By The Door

The Poem: “So I Stay Near The Door”

[I have received so many inquiries about the poem, its title, its wording, and where to find it, that this rendition is made available for your blessing. Further extensive comments on Sam Shoemaker can be found it my title “New Light on Alcoholism: God, Sam Shoemaker, and A.A.” (http://www.dickb.com/newlight.shtml)]

“I stay near the door.
I neither go too far in, nor stay too far out,
The door is the most important door in the world—
It is the door through which men walk when they find God.
There’s no use my going way inside, and staying there,
When so many are still outside, and they, as much as I,
Crave to know where the door is.
And all that so many ever find
Is only the wall where a door ought to be.
They creep along the wall like blind men.
With outstretched, groping hands,
Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door,
Yet they never find it . . .
So I stay near the door.

“The most tremendous thing in the world
Is for men to find that door—the door to God.
The most important thing any man can do
Is to take hold of one of those blind, groping hands,
And put it on the latch—the latch that only clicks
And opens to the man’s own touch.
Men die outside that door, as starving beggars die
On cold nights in cruel cities in the dead of winter—
Die for want of what is within their grasp.
They live, on the other side of it—live because they have found it.
Nothing else matters compared to helping them find it,
And open it, and walk in, and find Him . . .
So I stay near the door.

“Go in, great saints, go all the way in—
Go way down into the cavernous cellars,
And way up into the spacious attics—
In a vast, roomy house, this house where God is.
Go into the deepest of hidden casements,
Of withdrawal, of silence, of sainthood.
Some must inhabit those inner rooms,
And know the depths and heights of God,
And call outside to the rest of us how wonderful it is.
Sometimes I take a deeper look in,
Sometimes venture a little farther;
But my place seems closer to the opening . . .
So I stay near the door.

“The people too far in do not see how near these are
To leaving—preoccupied with the wonder of it all.
Somebody must watch for those who have entered the door,
But would like to run away. So for them, too,
I stay near the door.

“I admire the people who go way in.
But I wish they would not forget how it was
Before they got in. Then they would be able to help
The people who have not even found the door,
Or the people who want to run away again from God.
You can go in too deeply, and stay in too long,
And forget the people outside the door.
As for me, I shall take my old accustomed place,
Near enough to God to hear Him, and know He is there,
But not so far from men as not to hear them,
And remember they are there too.
Where? Outside the door—
Thousands of them, millions of them.
But—more important for me—
One of them, two of them, ten of them,
Whose hands I am intended to put on the latch,
So I shall stay by the door and wait
For those who seek it.
‘I had rather be a door-keeper . . .’
So I stay near the door.”

My Spiritual Journey


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