My PASSION Magazine

Everyone has a passion. Everyone has a story. Everyone has a voice. And everyone wants to be heard. Because of this, “My Passion Magazine” was birthed. Each article that is written on these pages are articles from the heart. Stories that needed to be heard. Stories that will inspire you. Stories that will make you laugh, but there may be some a little sad. Some will add a little understanding to your life that you may not have had before. Some may add a few calories to your body but some will discuss how to get rid of them. All in all they are stories of someone’s passion. Each writer has contributed these articles so that others will be encouraged. I want to thank each writer for their hard work in putting their passion on paper. Everyone has a passion. Everyone has a story. Everyone has a voice. And everyone wants to be heard.

Because of this, “My Passion Magazine” was birthed. Each article that is written on these pages are articles from the heart. Stories that needed to be heard. Stories that will inspire you. Stories that will make you laugh, but there may be some a little sad. Some will add a little understanding to your life that you may not have had before. Some may add a few calories to your body but some will discuss how to get rid of them. All in all they are stories of someone’s passion.

Each writer has contributed these articles so that others will be encouraged.

I want to thank each writer for their hard work in putting their passion on paper.

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14 | My Passion - Issue 1 - April 2015 Raising Todd (Equivalent of the Tasmanian Devil) By Dakota Jones Dear Diary: My name is Dakota Padgett, soon to be Dakota Jones. I’m getting married in mid-March and have recently moved to Georgia to be with my fiancé, Robey Jones. Moving was a challenge in itself as I have lived in Florida all my life, only an hour’s drive from my entire family. Leaving the state certainly wasn’t easy, and though I’d like to credit myself as a brave person, admittedly, I was terrified. I left my job, my friends, and everything else behind. I guess we can blame love. My fiancé, Robey, and I have worked the long distance thing for nearly a year, and we were both excited to finally get a chance to be like normal people. You know, go on dates, watch movies together, and hold hands on a daily basis. We got our wish! I’ve been in Georgia for more than a month now and I love it here. I have great in-laws-to-be (even though they are Georgia Bulldog fans), I’m getting those date nights I’ve been craving, and I love being with my fiancé every day. There’s just one thing I didn’t expect… Todd. Todd is a big, mischievous, clumsy Australian Shepherd puppy that Robey and I decided to get on, dare I say, a whim. Note to self: ‘never make life-changing spur of the moment decisions ever again.’ We named him Todd not only because he looks similar to the fox from The Fox and the Hound, but he acts like him too. Diary, our puppy is gorgeous, sweet, and Lord knows all kinds of loving, but he is hell bent on driving me into the nut house before I can celebrate my twenty-second birthday! We got him at exactly four months old, which is a little older than I was expecting our new puppy to be. He had no basic training, which we were not too worried about in the beginning. We are both young, and we were sure that we could handle the challenges of a puppy that already weighed close to thirty pounds. Boy, were we wrong! Todd had never been let into a house, and we are almost certain he’d never even experienced grass before we got him. Therefore, Robey and I, very practically, bought ourselves the canine equivalent of the Tasmanian devil. Todd’s first big challenge was “separation anxiety.” From the very first night we brought him home, Todd wouldn’t leave me alone. He would follow me everywhere I went, including the bathroom, and if I tried to leave the house, he’d barricade the door like a prison guard. This behavior still hasn’t let up. His second big challenge was the stairs, which I understand can be

My Passion - Issue 1 - April 2015 | 15 The Importance of Prayer By Gwen Johnson Most of us were taught, at any early age, to believe, converse and pray to our God. As we grew older, we thought that by just talking to a God we could not see did not seem so reasonable. So we began to come up with different ways to impress people that we were “Godly.” Maybe to some, it was a change in the tone of their voice or an expression on their face that we thought denoted a “pious” person. We would spend time reading God’s Word without asking for understanding. This would leave us in a place where the word became null and void. We know it is the truth, but we have no faith in the God we pray. This is not what Our Father wanted. He created us for relationship. He made it possible for us to be in His family by giving His Best, (Jesus). Therefore, we should not have a problem with the praise, worship, and thanksgiving to our Father God. Prayer is a command. Jesus said in Matthew 21:13, “My house shall be called a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves. Is that something we see today in our walk?” He also said in Luke 18:1, “Men ought always to pray and not to faint (Lose hope, cave in or quit).” In Matthew 6:9-18, He even gave the Disciples a guideline of praying. It all started just by talking to the Father. Prayer is important! pretty terrifying for a puppy, and when Todd is scared, he lets you know. He whines, howls, and his eyes get almost comically huge. I like to tell Robey that he looks like a cartoon character whenever he does this. It took a lot of practice for Todd to even attempt the stairs, and with paws his size, there were plenty of mistakes. Eventually though, he got the hang of it and is now a pro that has, on multiple occasions, nearly sent me tumbling to my doom as he clumsily flies past me. As some people use the term for a manly guy as a “man’s man,” Todd is equivalently a “dog’s dog.” I’ve owned many family dogs, mind you they were all girls, but Todd is the most dog-like of them all. water bowl. If an article of clothing hits the floor, it’s his new favorite chew toy. We have already had to replace Robey’s work shoes because the first pair look like they’ve been through a wood chipper. Diary, I don’t think we know what we’re dealing with here. He’s devious, mischievous, and a walking terror all while being adorably cute. He’s Todd. If anything, I think we’re in for a very interesting adventure. Until next time, Dakota Jones If there is a trashcan in site, Todd is digging through it. If the toilet seat is up, he thinks he’s found a new

<strong>My</strong> Passion - Issue 1 - April 2015 | 15<br />

The Importance of Prayer<br />

By Gwen Johnson<br />

Most of us were taught, at any early age, to believe, converse and pray to our God. As we grew older, we<br />

thought that by just talking to a God we could not see did not seem so reasonable. So we began to come up<br />

with different ways to impress people that we were “Godly.” Maybe to some, it was a change in the tone of<br />

their voice or an expression on their face that we thought denoted a “pious” person. We would spend time<br />

reading God’s Word without asking for understanding. This would leave us in a place where the word became<br />

null and void. We know it is the truth, but we have no faith in the God we pray.<br />

This is not what Our Father wanted. He created us for relationship. He made it possible for us to be in His<br />

family by giving His Best, (Jesus). Therefore, we should not have a problem with the praise, worship, and<br />

thanksgiving to our Father God. Prayer is a command. Jesus said in Matthew 21:13, “<strong>My</strong> house shall be<br />

called a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves. Is that something we see today in our walk?”<br />

He also said in Luke 18:1, “Men ought always to pray and not to faint (Lose hope, cave in or quit).” In Matthew<br />

6:9-18, He even gave the Disciples a guideline of praying.<br />

It all started just by talking to the Father.<br />

Prayer is important!<br />

pretty terrifying for a puppy, and when Todd is scared,<br />

he lets you know. He whines, howls, and his eyes get<br />

almost comically huge. I like to tell Robey that he looks<br />

like a cartoon character whenever he does this. It took a<br />

lot of practice for Todd to even attempt the stairs, and<br />

with paws his size, there were plenty of mistakes. Eventually<br />

though, he got the hang of it and is now a pro<br />

that has, on multiple occasions, nearly sent me tumbling<br />

to my doom as he clumsily flies past me.<br />

As some people use the term for a manly guy as a<br />

“man’s man,” Todd is equivalently a “dog’s dog.” I’ve<br />

owned many family dogs, mind you they were all girls,<br />

but Todd is the most dog-like of them all.<br />

water bowl. If an article of clothing hits the floor, it’s<br />

his new favorite chew toy. We have already had to replace<br />

Robey’s work shoes because the first pair look like<br />

they’ve been through a wood chipper.<br />

Diary, I don’t think we know what we’re dealing with<br />

here. He’s devious, mischievous, and a walking terror all<br />

while being adorably cute.<br />

He’s Todd. If anything, I think we’re in for a very interesting<br />

adventure.<br />

Until next time,<br />

Dakota Jones<br />

If there is a trashcan in site, Todd is digging through<br />

it. If the toilet seat is up, he thinks he’s found a new

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