Language of Enchantment

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The candles signify my 4 children and may the light guide the path
of all who may enter here.
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I was born in New Iberia, a small bayou town in southern Louisiana. Although I've lived many places, Louisiana will always be home. My father was a farmer who raised everything from sugarcane to kids. My mother never worked outside the home but sure had a full time job. My parents had one son and three daughters...I was the eldest. Like most farm kids of that era, I worked in the fields and the barnyard--picking cotton, digging up potatoes, grinding corn for the animals, and many more chores, including helping my mother with the housework. It was hard work but, looking back, they were some of the best years of my life. Saturday afternoons I was allowed to go to the movies with our neighbors, where I "fell in love" with Tex Ritter and Gene Autry and almost all the singing cowboys. We were country to the core. Mama usually cooked a big pot of Gumbo on Saturday nights and we'd all listen to the Grand Ole Opry. My grandparents were usually our guests. My entire family were Ernest Tubb fans. I used to fall asleep on the floor when it got late, but Daddy always woke me up when The Ernest Tubb Midnight Jamboree came on. He loved E.T. and I learned to love him, too.

Although I attended church regularly as a child, God was never really a reality to me. I knew of Him but I didn't know Him. I went through all the rituals but didn't have a relationship. This didn't happen until I was thirty six years old and had tasted the ugly and degrading side of life. Because sin, no matter how you try to excuse or whitewash it, is always ugly and degrading. But on the twenty sixth day of March nineteen hundred and seventy three I was introduced to Jesus Christ and my life has never been the same! A preacher knocked on my door...the late Pastor Joseph L. Day of Traverse City, Michigan (where I resided at the time) and invited me to his church. I had seen it...it was like a half block away from my home. I went, partly out of curiousity, and partly out of a hunger I couldn't really put my finger on at the time. First time I entered that little church about scared me out the door! I wasn't used to worshipping God out loud. But I could tell, even in that early stage, that these worshippers really loved God. Their hands were raised and tears stained their faces. They were unashamed of their open worship. Then they got joyful, clapping their hands to the music. It was truly a sight to behold. At the altar of that little church a life changing miracle occured. I could feel liquid love flowing all through me. I knew , beyond a shadow of a doubt, that God had touched me. And I knew (not just believed) that He was really real!

I'd always been somewhat of a writer, but after this experience my pen seemed to take on a life of its own. I wrote things I knew very little about and my pastor said it was like I'd been in church forever. He called it writing under the anointing, under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. In the beginning I would not read in front of an audience...I had my pastor's wife read what I'd written. When God began to deal with me about reading my own stuff, I offered excuses. "I'm a Cajun, Lord. You know I can't speak well." But He reminded me that Moses had a speech problem and didn't speak well, either. I told Him I was just a country girl, not really educated, and He reminded me that He'd used lowly fishermen. You cannot run from God! The first time I read in front of the congregation my voice quivered and my hands shook, but the message was very well received. Needless to say, it's gotten a lot easier. I didn't know I had been called into a ministry, however, until one pastor confirmed this to me. And I thought, "Wow! Tremendous!" So this is my ministry. If you are touched by any of my writings, then please pass the glory up to the Lord. I am only a servant, a bearer of the gift He has bestowed on me. He is the true source. He is THE WORD!

God always puts certain people in our paths to further His purpose. In my case, He first put Misty, the web mistress of www.alighthouse.com , to help me put my poems on the world wide web. I am including links to this site. Please read my poetry published on the Inspirational pages. You'll find "Portrait of a Pope," "Portrait of a Preacher," "The Word," "I Existed in the Mind of God," "Trinity," and several others. Then, through Misty's site, He placed another wonderful and helpful person into my life. Pastor Linda Begley encouraged me to set up my own site and has helped me to display my work. A link to her site is provided here, also. Words cannot express my love and gratitude to these wonderful women of God and only Heaven will reveal the importance of their involvement.
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On the personal side, I am very happily married. My husband, Ishmael, has always supported and encouraged my writing. I have four grown children, six grandchildren, one great grandchild, and two sisters (my brother was killed) and a slew of nieces and nephews. Also have three children by marriage and another slew of grandkids and great grandkids. I am still working and work with the mentally handicapped (another ministry) whom I just love.

Thank you for your interest. Please come back often. And please leave your soul prints on my guest book so I'll know you've been here. I'd also like to say that the majority of the poems I've written reflect my own life and experience with God, a few reflect the lives of people who have shared their experiences with me.

Lovingly in Christ,
Doris


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