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Prayer for Angel Eyes Who See Something and Say Something – January 17, 2021

January 17, 2021 by Jack Emmott Leave a Comment

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I believe in God.

I believe in angels.

Angels in Heaven.

Angels on Earth.

Angels, God’s holy messengers of love and protection.

Angels who are not confined to history and the Bible.

Like the Angel Gabriel or Jacob’s Angel or the Guardian Angel Michael.

Living angels, here and now.

Like the twelve living angels in my book, Bending Angels.

Living angels are everywhere, like Flaviane Carvalho, a Florida restaurant employee, who opened her angel eyes. She saw with her heart a sad 11-year-old boy seated with his family at a Mrs. Potato Restaurant in Orlando, Florida on Dec. 31, 2020.

Flaviane noticed the boy had scratches and bruises. She became more concerned when his parents didn’t order him anything to eat.
Flaviane asked herself, “How can I know that this boy needs help?’ Instantly, she wrote and flashed a note to the boy when his parents weren’t looking. “Do you need help?” When the boy nodded and crossed his arms across his chest, she called 911. This living angel was a messenger to the police of God’s love and protection for this boy.

The police arrived within minutes. The police took the boy to a hospital, where doctors found numerous bruises. He also was 20 pounds underweight.

The boy told detectives that he had been tied up and hung upside down from a door in his home. Also, he had been beaten by his stepfather, handcuffed, and denied food.

The boy and his sister are now out of harm’s way. The angel saw something. Said something.

The abused boy was saved by a note and the angel eyes of a waitress.

God has said in Scripture that angels see, act, and have a place on Earth and in Heaven.

Exodus 23:20
Behold, I send an angel before you to guard you on the way and to bring you to the place that I have prepared.

Hebrews 1:14
Are they not all ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation?

Psalm 91:11-12
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. On their hands they will bear you up…

Hebrews 13:2
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained

God, in prayer we thank You for Your angels on Earth and in Heaven.

God, in prayer may we see the guardian angels You have appointed to watch over us, night and day.

God, in prayer please call us to be Your living angels on Earth. That we may have the eyes of angels to see and say something to protect all Your children from harm as Flaviane did for the 11-year old boy in Orlando.

God, if we see others in harm’s way or in need, please help us to take the next step, like Flaviane, to say something, to do something, and to lead them to the place You have prepared for them.

God, we may not have the chance to save a child from abuse. But, we can see the lonely neighbor next door and pay a visit, or the poor lady counting pennies in the grocery store line and buy her food, or a cold homeless man sleeping on the street and hand him a blanket. There are tens and tens of thousands of Your angels, may we each be one for You. Amen

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Prayer for the Spirit of Forrest Gump to Dwell in Us – December 13, 2020

December 14, 2020 by Jack Emmott Leave a Comment

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During this Pandemic, it is interesting how unexpectedly things come out of the blue and hit your heart with the force of a locomotive. To take you from where you are at the moment. Then, propel you backwards in time. Then, sling you forward into the future. Then, take you back again to where you were originally. In those few fleeting moments your heart is in a much different place than where you began.

Recently, Dorothy and I had just finished dinner. As we ate pecan pie, I noticed Forrest Gump the movie, was on YouTube TV. I turned the movie on.

As a young boy with a curved spine, Forrest wore braces on his legs. Like Forrest, I, as a young boy with polio, wore a Milwaukee Brace to support my curving spine. With prayer and hard work, I had hope that brace would disappear. When Forrest ran in the movie, his leg braces miraculously broke into pieces. At that moment I was a young boy running next to him. Unlike Forrest, my back brace did not disintegrate. I was never able to run with or without the brace. But despite that, like Forrest, I was born and blessed by God with the kind of hopeful spirit we all need. Hope and dreams I still have. Gifts I received from God.

Then, came the scene when Forrest sat in a chair by his mother lying in bed. Forrest’s mother announced that she was dying. Forrest asked his mother why. She said, “Death is just part of life”. Just like birth. It was her time. That time comes for all of us.

Then, I found myself with my mother ten years ago when she was near death. Receiving the Last Rights. As experienced by Forrest in his mother’s death, a part of me died when my mom’s heart stopped beating.

Then, there was Jenny, the girl Forrest loved. The girl who loved him even though Forrest wasn’t the smartest kid on the block. When Jenny refused to confirm her love for him, Forrest said “At least I know what love is.” Even though Forrest was different, Jenny came to love him. Suddenly, I was 23 again. I was next to my bride, Dorothy. Dorothy was my Jenny in 1972. Like Jenny for Forrest, despite my own disabilities and differences from other men, Dorothy loved me as I was. As I am. As I am not. As I will never be.

My mind then drifted to the future and to the New Year 2021. How many Americans might have given up hope? Would Forrest’s childlike wonder and innocence be near the brink of extinction in the hearts of most Americans?

What I like about Forrest Gump is that he believed all things are possible. Unlike Forrest Gump, our dreams don’t always come true. And many times we lose our hope. Despite all his challenges, Forrest Gump always had never-ending hope. Like death and birth, dreams and miracles were just part of life too

For me, at present no more is needed than that. Forrest had Jenny. I have my Dorothy. Maybe that feather of God’s hope for us, that feather floating in the wind, like Forrest’s, lands some place in your heart or mine, in the mystery of life itself and God’s love for you and me. With God’s help, we may each live the lives we dream and the hope to love with all the joy and innocence of Forrest.

God has assured us in Scripture that hope is part of the life we are gifted from Him.

Romans 15:13
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.

Romans 12:12
Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.

Hebrews 11:1
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.

God, many of us are going through a troubled time. Many of us struggle every day to see hope amidst Advent darkness. Amidst all the death. All the hunger. All the poverty. All the unemployment. All the doubt and despair.

God, in the mystery of Your Grace and love for us, please help us in prayer to see that miracles still happen for all of us.

God, with prayer, please help us see the hope and innocence which dwell in us and in Your Child born in Bethlehem. For at Christmas with Jesus’s birth, Your love, Your Holy hope and everlasting light was born. Amen

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Jack H. Emmott is a Senior Counsel of Gray, Reed & McGraw, LLP, a 145-lawyer full-service firm in Houston, Dallas, and Waco, Texas, a Board-Certified Family Law and Master Credentialed Collaborative Law Professional Divorce Attorney, Mediator, Author, Entrepreneur and Inspirational Speaker. For more information about Jack or his latest book, Bending Angels: Living Messengers of God’s Love, go to the Bending Angel website.

Prayer in Thanksgiving for Parents – November 22, 2020

November 21, 2020 by Jack Emmott Leave a Comment

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Like many of you, I owe my first and deepest gratitude and giving of thanks to God because of Mom and Dad. When I was thirty-something, young and married with kids, I penned, A Child’s Thanksgiving, a poem to God in awe of them.

Because of the Pandemic, many of you cannot be with your parents on Thanksgiving. Even if the Pandemic did not exist, many of you, like me, have parents who have died and are unable to be with you and your family on this special day of giving thanks.

For another year, Mom and Dad will not be with me in the physical at the Emmott Family Thanksgiving Table. Instead, they will be seated at the Lord’s Table feasting on the Light and Love of God.

Happy Thanksgiving, Mom and Dad. Enjoy the Love, Peace, and Joy you gave me.

A Child’s Thanksgiving
Lord,
Today is Thanksgiving Day,
At least for another forty-five minutes,
As it is now eleven fifteen at night.
Even though thanks giving is the theme of this day
I have yet to say enough thanks
For the life you have given me.

Thanks for life,
Life so precious, so rare,
Life of mine which might have ended
So long ago in my childhood years,
Years filled with respirators, syringes,
Bedpans, creamagal, prayers, oxygen
Tents, braces, casts, and hospital
Rooms.

Thanks for Mom and Dad.
For all their love, patience, and care,
For just being there
When I so much needed them.
For the untold sacrifices they made,
Which I could never hope to repay.
For devoting their younger years
So that I might live more of my own.
For instilling in me
A happy outlook on life,
Despite physical limitations,
Which chained me down,
Which prevented me
From doing what others did.
For giving me the courage
To endure the painful years
And those unhappy tears.
But most of all,
Thanks for their love,
Love which gave me comfort.
Knowing that whatever I was or was not,
I was always accepted
And had the potential to become a bigger “me”,
Because of what we had been through.

For giving me gifts,
Gifts which have kept on giving
Year after year.
The gift of warmth,
Of being held in their arms as a child,
Totally dependent on their nurture for survival.
The gift of being held in my mother’s arms,
Clutched near her breasts.
Of being lulled to sleep in the music
Of her heartbeats,
Of her song
And of the rocker squeaking on the oak wood floor.
For giving me a greater vision
Of this world and other worlds.
For allowing me to believe in
Fairytales,
Santa Claus,
Rudolf,
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,
Jack and the Beanstalk,
The Sand Man,
The Tooth Fairy,
Superman and
The Savior.
For the gifts
Of toys
Of cowboy boots,
Of water pistols,
Of cowboy outfits
Of my first Roy Rogers lunch kit,
Of toys brought back from Mexico,
Of hidden treasures,
Of Playland Park,
Of malted milks,
Of donuts,
Of not making me quit taking
Those shiny half dollars,
From Mr. Logan at Ed Snapp’s therapy clinic.
Of fishing trips,
Of bedtime outings,
Of the best medical care,
And of too many gifts
To write down all of them.

Thanks for keeping them here
For as long as you have
So that I could come to know them better
And love them better also.
The same is just as true for Grandmother and PawPaw.

Thanks for Dorothy, John, and Catherine.

Thanks for giving me
The happiest and most joyous moments
I am now experiencing.
Thanks for the community
We have shared.
And for my partaking of a communion
With each breath of air,
And with each drop of rain.

Lord,
Thanks most of all
For answering my prayers.

Love, Bubba

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Prayer for the Unconditional Love and Loyalty of Dogs – August 30, 2020

August 30, 2020 by Jack Emmott Leave a Comment

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My grandfather, PawPaw, was far from a perfect man. Basically, he was good, like you and me. Yet he said things and held beliefs that were hard to accept.

He drove the most ugly and colorful mustard yellow automobile that was the cheapest one on Kitzman’s Chevrolet car lot. PawPaw had holes in the cuffs of his khaki pants, holes because he used his pants cuffs as ashtrays for his Camel cigarettes. In winter he used opened pages of the Houston Post to warm his legs in his recliner when he could’ve used a nice woolen blanket. Playing cards in the den and inconsiderately leaving cigarette butts burning in the ashtray to choke his fellow card players. After playing a game of cards, he would stand up from the table. Turn off the lights and the ceiling fan. Then, close the door and leave his guests behind him in the darkness and not say a word. That was his nice way of saying, “It is time to leave my house. The party is over. Don’t overstay your welcome.”

Although PawPaw’s family and friends had trouble accepting such behavior and imperfections, his dogs, Popeye, Smokey, and O.D. did not. None of that mattered to them. They unconditionally accepted PawPaw the way he was. They did not want or expect him to change. They fully loved him as their perfectly imperfect Master and Creature of God.

In return PawPaw loved and cared for his dogs in ways he was not able to do for his own family. PawPaw refused to give $20 to his wife, Jennie, to buy a dress at Sears. Yet, he would willingly spend $100 on a veterinarian to repair a dog’s broken leg or treat a dog’s illness. Popeye, Smokey, and O.D were family above all of PawPaw’s human family.

Every day after eating his breakfast, PawPaw would step out the back-screen door. The three dogs were waiting for him. They knew PawPaw had saved for each of them a little piece of toast. A little piece of daily bread to taste and to savor. All the dogs showed their appreciation in the wagging of tails. Popeye always went one step further.

To show his appreciation Popeye did much more every day than just vigorously wagging his tail when greeting his PawPaw. With his tail wagging behind him Popeye sauntered up to his PawPaw. Popeye always gently held a freshly fallen Live Oak Tree leaf in his mouth to present to PawPaw as if saying, “I have something to show you, PawPaw. In this simple gesture of giving you this leaf, I show you that you are highly valued and respected by me no matter what. You are mine and I am forever yours.”

In the doggie version of Driving Miss Daisy, PawPaw served as Popeye’s, Smokey’s, and O.D’s chauffeur. PawPaw always held open the car door for them to crawl into the back seat before he sat down in front behind the steering wheel. He made sure a soft wool blanket was placed on the back seat for their comfort. PawPaw treated them like royalty as he drove them everywhere in the car. That was because he knew his dogs saw him, their PawPaw, as their King, their Lord of the Manor. And because the dogs were so loyal and so in awe of him, the dogs never made a sound or complaint as to words they heard PawPaw scream in the car about those reckless and discourteous drivers on the road.

Like Sarah in the Bible, Popeye, Smokey, and O.D. went wherever PawPaw went. In the garden. In the car. Walking around the neighborhood to visit his children and grandchildren like me. They could not have loved a two-footed human being more as their owner, Master, King, or companion than any four-footed canine on Earth. Sitting in silence at PawPaw’s feet was to them the happiest place, the most sacred ground in Emmottville.

Suddenly, one morning in December 1978 I woke up. My son John, two months old, was crying uncontrollably. Something he had never done before. I looked out the window and saw my brother Gary sprinting across our front lawn running toward PawPaw’s house. I knew that something was terribly wrong. Dorothy and I immediately went over to PawPaw’s house. Popeye, Smokey, and O.D. were sitting on the back door steps of the house as if they were waiting for their usual pieces of PawPaw’s toast. The toast was not coming. I walked down the hall and looked into PawPaw’s bedroom. I saw PawPaw was laying on his right side clothed in his khaki pants and soft blue flannel shirt. A dog owner’s lifeless pose of a very old soul who had taken his last breath.

Soon the hearse from Waltrip Funeral Home pulled in the driveway. It parked by the three seated dogs and by the steps leading to the hall and to PawPaw’s bedroom. PawPaw’s body was placed on a gurney. After the gurney carefully navigated its way down the hall, out the door and down the steps, Popeye, Smokey, and O.D. witnessed PawPaw’s body being placed in it. The hearse’s rear door slammed shut. Yet, PawPaw’s loyal dogs did not flinch or move. They stood their ground in reverence for him.

As if Popeye, Smokey, and O.D. knew that this was their last time to spend with their Master and King, they needed to show their love, respect, and loyalty one last time. As the black hearse began to roll forward to leave the home, Popeye, Smokey, and O.D. stood up. Emulating what I saw when President Kennedy’s caisson carried his body to its final resting place in 1963, these three devoted dogs walked in silence and in unison with the hearse as it made its way down the driveway under the canopy of the Live Oak Trees PawPaw planted 50 years before.

As the hearse stopped before turning left on Emmott Road, the dogs stopped too and sat down. Popeye, Smokey, and O.D. knew that this was the end of following PawPaw, the one they unconditionally loved in all their dog years on Earth. The dogs watched the hearse turn left on Emmott Road. That marked the moment of final farewell, the final goodbye had truly come to them.

An hour or so later, the dogs were convinced that the hearse was gone and that their PawPaw was not going to return. Popeye, Smokey, and O.D. got up on their four paws and carried their collective grief and memories of their Master back home. Their unconditional love and loyalty for PawPaw was for them an Eternal Flame lit with grace and gratitude for him.

Many of you have dogs and know what I mean in sharing my story about Popeye, Smokey, and O.D with you. Haven’t you looked in your dog’s eyes and seen the unconditional love of God? Haven’t you seen in their wagging tails the joyous gift you are to them from God? Isn’t that what God wants us to see in our fellow men and women? In the kindness of others on Earth? In others’ acceptance of our faults, differences, and imperfections amidst the perfect spirit God has given you? How much do we need that today? In our families? At our workplaces? In our Nation? In our world?

In the Bible, God may not have directly spoken about our pet dogs. But, in Scripture God has abundantly spoken to us about unconditional love and loyalty. My favorite quote is:

1 Corinthians 13:4-5, 7
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

God, in prayer we thank You for our dogs, Your four-footed angels that bring to us Your unconditional love despite all our human faults and imperfections.

God, please help us to extend to others those qualities within our dogs- qualities of love, acceptance, and tolerance of our fellow men and women in America and around the world.

God, please help us treat others the way our beloved dogs have treated us, for in doing so we honor You and show our loyalty to You and to all Your creatures, great and small.

God, may we bring offerings of love and acceptance to all our brothers and sisters, exquisite and sweet gifts, such as the Live Oak Tree leaves held tenderly in Popeye’s mouth to present to PawPaw and all his guests in the comings and goings of daily life and even in death. Amen

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Jack H. Emmott is a Senior Counsel of Gray, Reed & McGraw, LLP, a 145-lawyer full-service firm in Houston, Dallas, and Waco, Texas, a Board-Certified Family Law and Master Credentialed Collaborative Law Professional Divorce Attorney, Mediator, Author, Entrepreneur and Inspirational Speaker. For more information about Jack or his latest book, Bending Angels: Living Messengers of God’s Love, go to the Bending Angel website.

Prayer to Open Doors for Others – August 9, 2020

August 9, 2020 by Jack Emmott Leave a Comment

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Last week’s prayer was a Prayer for Dreamers and Dream Killers. I believe that dreams and the hope that they can come true are gifts to you and me from God. But having dreams and making them come true requires more than the vision of what can be and more than working hard to achieve them.

How many of you have lived your dreams because someone opened a door for you? Given you the opportunity to succeed. To flourish. To flower in God’s Kingdom. How many of you lost a dream because a door did not open? Worse, a door was slammed in your face?

Today, I sit here before you being the best me that I’ve ever been because a man of faith helped open a door for me at a time when I needed it most. His name was Ron Trull.

After graduating from the University of Houston, I applied to 5 law schools in Texas. Every one of the law schools to which I applied sent me letters denying my application for admission. I was devastated, frustrated, and bewildered. One of the reasons my applications for admission were denied was my low LSAT test results. This was partly due to the fact that I did not take a test which allowed for additional time needed because of my slowness in writing due to polio.

I pled my case to each of the law schools explaining why my LSAT test results were so low. I thought the admissions committees would understand. I would be given the chance to prove my worth as a law student and a future lawyer.

After receiving the 5 rejection letters, my sole focus was the University of Texas School of Law. My mother graduated from Austin High. My father attended the University of Texas. I knew that the University of Texas School of Law was where I belonged. A place that would surely launch a career would fulfill my dream if only the door to the Law School would open for me.

I filed a passionate appeal with the Admissions Committee to reconsider my application. Dorothy and I met with T. J. Gibson, Dean of Students. I pled my case. The Admissions Committee heard my appeal. Shortly thereafter, Dean Gibson called me. My appeal had been denied. I was crushed. Immediately after Dean Gibson’s call, I drove to the Law School. I parked in front of the Law School building. As we sat in silence together in the car, I looked up at the Law School and said to Dorothy, “I belong here. I cannot give up on my dream. I must find a way to make this happen.”

The next day I called my counselor, Ron Trull, with the Texas Rehabilitation Commission. I asked Ron if he would please go and meet with Dean Gibson to request that my appeal be considered a second time. A few days later Ron drove from Houston and met with Dean Gibson.

I asked Ron, “What did you say to Dean Gibson?” Ron said he showed the Dean a record of all the money the State of Texas had paid for my rehabilitation and for my undergraduate education. Ron said to Dean Gibson, “The only way for the State of Texas to get a return on its investment in Jack would be if the Law School reversed its decision to give Jack the chance to get an education and become a lawyer.”

Neither Ron nor I knew what the outcome would be when the Admissions Committee reconsidered my appeal. My LSAT and grade point average were still the same. The members of the Committee were still the same. The dollars invested in my rehabilitation by the State of Texas were still the same. But, one thing had changed. Ron cared enough for me and had gone to meet with Dean Gibson. He asked that the Law School open its doors for me. He told the Dean that he believed in me and my ability.

Several weeks later when I had given up any hope that I would be admitted, a fat envelope from the Law School came in the mail. I called Dorothy on the phone and told her that I was about to open the envelope. I prayed over the envelope asking God for the letter to please say the words I needed to hear. I pulled out the letter. It said, “Congratulations you have been accepted to the summer class at the University of Texas School of Law.”

Sheer pandemonium broke out in my house. I called for my mother who ran down the stairs and to my bedroom. When Mom saw the letter she started screaming like the house was on fire. Or, like someone had just died. But in fact, a dream had just been born. My father was so alarmed by my mother’s screams he ran down the stairs and into my room clad only in his sleeveless t-shirt and boxers.

Today, as you look at me on this video, the person I am now and the person you see would not exist but for Ron Trull. I might have lived other dreams and contributed in other ways. But being my best and truest calling as a collaborative divorce attorney would never have been.

God has written in Scripture that the doors of Heaven are always open for every one of us who is faithful and asks for forgiveness of wrongs. In our births and in our God-given abilities seeds of Holy hope and opportunity are planted in each of us. Scripture says that we have a duty to open doors for others like Ron did for me. To help others harvest the fruit of their dreams.

John 10:2
But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep.

Revelation 3:7-8
I know your works. Behold, I have set before you an open door, which no one is able to shut. I know that you have but little power, and yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name.

Matthew 7:7-8
Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.

These three Scriptural quotes demonstrate not only what God does for us but what God asks us to do for others. God holds the key to the Gates of Heaven. The place where we all will be. Our final resting place for us and in God’s dreams for us.

God, please help us to do for others what Ron did for me. He opened the door for me. Let us all be shepherds of Your sheep. Please show us how to walk others in need through doors of opportunity so that their dreams come true.

God, we thank You for all of those who have opened doors for us, as Ron Trull opened a door for me.

God, as we strive to keep Your word on our lips and Your hope in our hearts, let us all act to open doors of opportunity for others.

God, when we knock on the doors of opportunity for others, please use Your power and grace to cause those on the other side of the door to swing the doors wide open. To invite dreams of Your children to step in. For their dreams to come true. For a life without dreams is a life lived without hope. With You, our God, hope never dies. Amen

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Jack H. Emmott is a Senior Counsel of Gray, Reed & McGraw, LLP, a 145-lawyer full-service firm in Houston, Dallas, and Waco, Texas, a Board-Certified Family Law and Master Credentialed Collaborative Law Professional Divorce Attorney, Mediator, Author, Entrepreneur and Inspirational Speaker. For more information about Jack or his latest book, Bending Angels: Living Messengers of God’s Love, go to the Bending Angel website.

Prayer for Dreamers and Dream Killers – August 2, 2020

August 2, 2020 by Jack Emmott Leave a Comment

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I love children. I often wonder whether my wheelchair has a magnet which attracts children to it. Within minutes of getting to know me, kids are seen riding on the back of my motorized wheelchair like it was an off-road four-wheeler!

But, I think what attracts children to me is not my wheelchair. It is the joy of the person who sits in it…..me. What attracts me to kids and causes me to love them is the joy in them. The unbridled and untarnished hopes and dreams which leap from their lips. Dance with their feet. Sing in their hearts. The stars in their eyes. Dreams children have which really can and do come true.

A young boy who believes he can become an archeologist exploring the pyramids of Egypt. A young girl as a second grader in a ballet class who knows her destiny is to perform like legendary ballerina Misty Copeland. A quadriplegic from polio who envisions being an attorney when he grows up.

At a young age, as children, don’t we all have dreams to dream? How many of us knew then and even now that God speaks to us in our dreams. I know I’ve heard God calling me to marry the one I love. To write a poem, a book, a prayer, or a song. What dreams did you once have as a child? What dreams do you have now? What happened to some of those dreams? Did you ever stop dreaming because you encountered another person who did not encourage you when you needed encouragement the most? Or worse, who by their words were your dream killers?

Despite being in a wheelchair in college, my dream was to become an attorney. So, at the University of Houston my freshman year, I took a course in pre-law. I just knew that my performance in that class would surely demonstrate to my professor and me how a successful legal career was destined for me.

My confidence and hope were shaken when I failed my first exam. Almost in tears, I went to meet the professor to ask his opinion on what my poor test score meant. Surely, one failed test did not reflect a verdict on whether I could become a lawyer. Did I have false hope? Was I being unrealistic and foolhardy?

I said to my professor, “I failed my first test. Do you think I have the ability to succeed in law school and become an attorney?” Without batting an eye the professor said, “Jack, the failed grade reflects that you do not have the ability to make it in law school. You should consider another career path.” I was shaken to the core.

After a day of prayer and reflection, I went to the Registrar’s Office at the University and dropped the class. I was not going to let my professor’s judgment kill my dream. I had signed up for a pre-law class not “Dream Killer 101.”

I cannot candy coat this event by saying the professor’s proclamation just spurred me on. The truth is that if I had lesser faith in my ability and in God, I could’ve easily given up. I could’ve quit and not fulfilled the gifts God gave me to serve others in my calling as a collaborative divorce attorney.

I chose to drop that class as I did not want to spend my precious time and energy trying to overcome the negative energy of the professor or his view of me or deal with one who was unwittingly a killer of dreams.

God has spoken to us in Scripture as to the importance of building each other up. We have a duty to lift others up when they fall and not tear them down, diminish their hopes or destroy their dreams.

1 Corinthians 14:26

What then, brothers? When you come together, each one has a hymn, a lesson, a revelation, a tongue, or an interpretation. Let all things be done for building up.

Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up!

God, please help all Your children to overcome dream killers. Dream killers do not do Your work.

God, please strengthen those who are discouraged by others to persevere. To have as much faith in Your plans for them as they have faith in You.

God, please help all those, who in the name of honesty, dampen, diminish or destroy the hopes and dreams of others. By Your love, may dream killers be transformed into co-creators of Your dreams for humankind.

God, please help Your children ignore and overcome dream killers. Then, may they follow the path which leads to the living dreams on Earth and peace with You in Heaven. Amen.

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Jack H. Emmott is a Senior Counsel of Gray, Reed & McGraw, LLP, a 145-lawyer full-service firm in Houston, Dallas, and Waco, Texas, a Board-Certified Family Law and Master Credentialed Collaborative Law Professional Divorce Attorney, Mediator, Author, Entrepreneur and Inspirational Speaker. For more information about Jack or his latest book, Bending Angels: Living Messengers of God’s Love, go to the Bending Angel website.

Prayer for Teamwork in Fields of Dreams – July 26, 2020

July 25, 2020 by Jack Emmott Leave a Comment

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Friday evening, Dorothy and I watched the Houston Astros play the Seattle Mariners. The Astros won. Although the game was only attended by cardboard fans, other fans, like us, across America watched the teams they supported on their televisions. Of course, we liked that our team won. But, especially now, that is not what was and is most important.

As Dorothy and I watched the Mariners game, I reflected on the baseball game my father took me to in April of 1962. This was the second game of a three game series between the Houston Colt .45s (now the Astros) and the Chicago Cubs. Dad had checked me out of the hospital that evening to see the game. Soon, my mind transported me back to feel the cool breeze under the glow of the outfield flood lights. The taste and smell of hot-buttered popcorn. Shelling and consuming too many roasted salty peanuts. Hearing the loud voices yelling, “Ice cold beer.”

It was the evening before a risky 5-hour surgery for my orthopedic surgeon, Dr Paul Harrington, to carefully place three steel rods along the spine in my back. As Dad and I sat behind home plate, neither of us knew what the outcome of the game would be or how I would benefit from the surgery over my lifetime, if I survived the operation.

Dad and I knew the next day at Methodist Hospital would begin with the team of doctors, an anesthesiologist, and nurses working together as one to bring their different skills to perform my operation. Dr. Harrington could not have done the surgery alone anymore than a team of only one player could have beaten the Cubs that night.

My operation was an outstanding success because everyone on Dr. Harrington’s team did their best for me. The medical team did the very best to provide me with the best opportunity to have a life well-lived. I am still here today living and loving in the field of God’s dreams for me. Writing books and these prayers too. Helping couples divorce one another without destroying the families, harming the co-parenting relationship between parents or needlessly hurting their kids.

The Cubs most notable player was Ernie Banks, the great Hall of Famer. Ironically, the final Colt .45 pitcher for relief that evening was Richard “Turk” Farrell. Turk had polio like me. That night, Turk represented hope to me that one day I might be an athlete like him. With one large leg and one small withered leg, Turk at the time was one of the league’s most outstanding pitchers. Turk was named to represent Houston in both All-Star Games held that season.

Late in the game with Colt’s Bob Aspromonte in left field and Ernie Banks on 3^rd base, the Cub’s batter at the plate face Turk at the mound. The batter hit a long drive deep to left field. In a play I will never forget, Bob Aspromonte caught the ball near the left field fence. As Bob Aspromonte threw the ball to home plate, Ernie Banks tagged 3^rd base and headed to home plate. Hal Smith, our catcher, fielded the perfectly thrown ball. Ernie Banks was called out. That play saved the game as the Colts won 2-0.

As demonstrated in the movie Field of Dreams, we all need hope. Lives in which teamwork is valued. Where all of us joined together can do more than anyone of us can ever do alone. The prospect of sports being played under the cloud of the Coronavirus, shows us the value of teamwork. Teamwork that is far more important than the team who wins the game. For it is teamwork which will get us out of the Pandemic. It is teamwork which provides the best chance for everyone to succeed on the field of play, on the field of life and in the fields of our dreams. Whether it’s the Houston Astros, the Seattle Mariners, the Texans, Manchester United or any other sports team around the world, we need to celebrate the achievements of teamwork and the role each of us have to play at this time and forever.

God has spoken to us in Scripture about the importance of teamwork.

1 Corinthians 12:14• says; For the body is not one member, but many.

Additionally, in 1 Peter 4:10 it is said that: As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace.

The message is very clear and simple, yet profound. We are God’s team. The body of God’s work and spirit on Earth. The body of God’s work is not supported by one person, but by every one of us. We are as one. We are our strongest, most victorious and formidable when we work together in unity. Teamwork is the key to opening the door to God’s heavenly love on Earth. To the fields of God’s dreams for us.

God, we thank You for those teams which have assembled to play their respective sports during this time of Pandemic.

God, we thank You for the courage and sacrifice of every athlete who has brought his or her talents on the field of play for us to enjoy, to celebrate, to be inspired by and to hope for what lies ahead of us at this time.

God, we thank You for the hope that one day soon the cloud of the Coronavirus will be lifted by Your grace through the teamwork of talented health care professionals. Professionals who bring their individual talents to serve as one team to win the deadly game the Coronavirus is playing against humanity.

God, in prayer, please guide us to act as one and to do our part in controlling the spread of the Coronavirus.

God, we pray that one day soon, may we all attend games of sport, sit in the stands, eat hot-buttered popcorn, and shell roasted peanuts as we watch America’s favorite Pastime. Let us be Your best team members in the field of dreams which dwell within each one of us because of Your love and spirit in every one of us. Amen

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Jack H. Emmott is a Senior Counsel of Gray, Reed & McGraw, LLP, a 145-lawyer full-service firm in Houston, Dallas, and Waco, Texas, a Board-Certified Family Law and Master Credentialed Collaborative Law Professional Divorce Attorney, Mediator, Author, Entrepreneur and Inspirational Speaker. For more information about Jack or his latest book, Bending Angels: Living Messengers of God’s Love, go to the Bending Angel website.

Prayer for Honeybees and Orchid Trees – July 12, 2020

July 12, 2020 by Jack Emmott Leave a Comment

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One morning this week I woke up grateful to be alive and healthy. But, as you probably are too, I was preoccupied with the concerns for the safety and welfare of my family, friends, and all people affected by the coronavirus. As I was pondering such heavy thoughts of the Pandemic, I sat at the breakfast table next to a large window in my home to eat my usual breakfast.

Soon, Dorothy sat next to me. She placed the bowls of oatmeal and blueberries on the table. As Dorothy and I were discussing our worries and plans for the day, I looked up. The Texas orchid tree outside our window was full of white blossoms which cascaded from the top of the tree down to its lowest branches near the ground. Looking more closely at such a beautiful sight, I noticed an army of honeybees were diving headfirst into the blossoms with great enthusiasm and purpose.

There were two kinds of honeybees. One small. The other large. Though different, they were all doing the same thing. Instinctively, all of the honeybees were looking for something beautiful. The orchid blossoms. All of the honeybees were searching for something sweet. The nectar inside the blossoms. All of the honeybees had a common purpose. To take the nectar they harvested back to the hive. To share it with their community of other bees in the hive. To provide nourishment to young and old bees alike and even to the unborn, the little bees which would one day emerge from larvae. The little ones who would soon exit the hive and do what their parents did before them. To search for beauty. To taste something sweet. To share nourishment with all the others in the hive

My tasty bowl of oatmeal and blueberries was soon consumed. As I looked down to the emptied bowl of oatmeal, my mind, body, and soul were filled with the wonders of this moment of honeybees and Texas orchid blossoms. In nature doesn’t God place before us unexpected glimpses of grace and love? In moments as this, we are suddenly overcome with the profundity of sacredness in the ordinary. Something as ordinary as looking out the window at breakfast. To see a small miracle God has placed before me. Unexpected. Full of connectedness with God, with nature, and others.

But, the story about the honeybees and the Texas orchid tree did not end with the bowl being left empty. For we know that from the hive comes the honey for us to taste. Then, there is the beeswax from which candles are made. Candles which light the world with God’s love. In churches. In synagogues. In other places of worship. In our homes on special occasions. . Candles lit for others in prayer. Prayers said in the darkness illumined by Holy light.

There are many quotes in Scripture about honey. One which I think is most relevant here is:

Proverbs 24:13 Eat honey, my son, for it is good; honey from the comb is sweet to your taste.

Although this proverb invites sons to eat honey and to consume what is sweet to the taste, I know that honey, like God’s love, is good for women and daughters too. For everyone. All of God’s children.

God, I thank you for the honeybees and the orchid trees. For when I looked down at my empty bowl I was full of recognition that I’d witnessed what I so much needed to see that morning and every day. For it is in the very nature of every child You have created to yearn for, search for, and share with others something beautiful, something sweet, and something to nurture body and feed the soul. Your love which is the sweetest, most beautiful, and nurturing thing on Earth and in Heaven.

God, every day please guide each of us to find sacredness in the ordinary things You place before every one of us. In finding, sharing, and consuming the love we discover in such moments, may we all be nearer to You and to one another.

God, may we all look outside of ourselves and through the windows of our lives and see and find all of the unexpected messengers and messages from You. Even those messengers of honeybees found in orchid blossoms and the messages of Your love they carry with their wings outside my window. Amen.

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Jack H. Emmott is a Senior Counsel of Gray, Reed & McGraw, LLP, a 145-lawyer full-service firm in Houston, Dallas, and Waco, Texas, a Board-Certified Family Law and Master Credentialed Collaborative Law Professional Divorce Attorney, Mediator, Author, Entrepreneur and Inspirational Speaker. For more information about Jack or his latest book, Bending Angels: Living Messengers of God’s Love, go to the Bending Angel website.

Prayer for Father’s Day, June 21, 2020

June 21, 2020 by Jack Emmott 1 Comment

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Dad,

Here you are at age two.
Happy Father’s Day to you.
I am proud to bear your name.
To know the man that you became.
I inherited your faith in God above.
You gave me all your care and all your love.
You left me for your Father at age 96.
Gave me strength after polio when I was 6.
As I get older
This picture speaks to me.
For under my aging skin
There is a boy who once was two.
Who grew up to be a dad like you.
Thanks for the lessons
In fatherhood.
For showing me that
God is great.
That I was always good.
The child in you
Lives on in me
As you’re with your Heavenly Father in eternity.
Your Father is the same as mine.
May you be that child again
With the angels and the divine.
You were a great fisherman
With reel, line, and rod.
So blessed we are both
Thankful children of God.

Lord, on this special day I honor those who have carried the cross of fatherhood.

Lord, I give thanks to You for my father and for his example of stewardship for me to follow.

Lord, as my Heavenly Father, I give thanks to You for the gift of Your Son Jesus Christ. For in His birth, death, and resurrection we, as father and child, will always be together in Your Eternal Love and Light. Amen

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Jack H. Emmott is a Senior Counsel of Gray, Reed & McGraw, LLP, a 145-lawyer full-service firm in Houston, Dallas, and Waco, Texas, a Board-Certified Family Law and Master Credentialed Collaborative Law Professional Divorce Attorney, Mediator, Author, Entrepreneur and Inspirational Speaker. For more information about Jack or his latest book, Bending Angels: Living Messengers of God’s Love, go to the Bending Angel website.

Prayer to Not Be Weary and To Be A Loving Hero – June 14, 2020

June 13, 2020 by Jack Emmott 1 Comment

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I do not know about you, but I am getting very weary of my new normal with COVID 19, a new normal which has gotten old in a hurry.

I can clearly identify with everyone in America wanting to resume normal activities, going to restaurants, to the beach, to music concerts, and to be with friends. I see large crowds of people protesting racial inequality and injustice. In some cities, like Houston, there are literally thousands of protesters who all seem to be wearing masks. Others, in crowds in which it is hard to see a mask being worn at all.

When I see people wearing masks, I remember the television heroes of my childhood. The Lone Ranger. Zorro. Those heroes were fictional. Then, there were the other heroes in my life who wore masks. The surgeons. The anesthesiologists. The nurses in the operating room. All who stood over me as I was administered anesthesia to put me to sleep before surgery and who wore them during each of my several five-hour operations.

I am sure those masked medical staff disliked the protocols they followed and having to endlessly wash their hands and wear masks. But, after all, they were healers. They were not wearing masks to protect themselves from me. Rather, they wore masks to protect me from being infected by them. I am certain that day in and day out these masked medical caregivers grew weary and disliked the inconvenience of doing these things to keep me and their patients safe. But, they did so anyway.

As you and I grow tired and weary about what is being asked of us to endure in the coronavirus Pandemic, we are now seeing the alarming increase of hospitalizations and cases throughout America. There has been talk about a second wave of the coronavirus coming. But, we have not even exited the first wave of the virus which has taken over 120,000 lives. Lives that mattered to their loved ones. When will it ever end? How long can we go on this way until there is a vaccine? How long must we adorn masks that fog our eyeglasses or make us uncomfortable?

To that end I think about Galatians 6:9: “And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”

When I ask why should I or anyone else wear a mask or continue to refrain from returning to normalcy in the face of the resurgence of the coronavirus, I find purpose in reading the words of John 15:12: “My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.”

So, I say, when you are weary of assuming the role of a masked hero to others, remember God’s promise that you will be rewarded in your perseverance.

God has given each of us free will. You and I have a choice to do as God would have us do. One of the hardest things for us to do is follow God’s will instead of ours. We each have a choice to wear a mask in public or not wear a mask at all.

We also have a choice to pray to ask God for reassurance that wearing a mask imparts to others the love God has given us. Will wearing a mask in our comings and goings clothe others with the kind of love God has given us?

We can each find strength in Scripture, in God’s example, and in receiving answers to our prayers.

God, we ask that You give of us the strength and the perseverance to be strong in the face of this Pandemic. In that strength may we each be rewarded now and in the future as You have promised us in Scripture.

God, may we pray to You each day to ask for Your reassurance that the burden of wearing a mask to protect others mirrors our duty to love others as You have loved us?

God, please help us turn away from our human voices to do as we want to do and not wear a mask. Please open the ears of our hearts to listen to Your call to be Your love on Earth and to think more of others than ourselves.

God, please help us to honor You and show our faith in You by acting as Your loving masked heroes to others on Earth as You love all of us in Heaven. Amen

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Jack H. Emmott is a Senior Counsel of Gray, Reed & McGraw, LLP, a 145-lawyer full-service firm in Houston, Dallas, and Waco, Texas, a Board-Certified Family Law and Master Credentialed Collaborative Law Professional Divorce Attorney, Mediator, Author, Entrepreneur and Inspirational Speaker. For more information about Jack or his latest book, Bending Angels: Living Messengers of God’s Love, go to the Bending Angel website.