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By Belle the Missionary Dog
Mommy - Cheryle M. Touchton - The Pocket Full of Quarters Lady
Some fell on rock, and when it came up, the plants withered because they had no moisture. Luke 8:6 NIV I get it – they are red rocks. People like to look at them. I understand that they are pretty. I just don’t think they are very useful. Where is the grass? In fact, where is the dirt? My Mommy and I have been in Sedona, Arizona for a week. After we look at all of those rocks, what are we supposed to do with them?
First, where am I supposed potty? For my entire life, Mommy has taught me to potty on something soft – grass, dirt, and even snow. Now, I’m supposed to use rocks? I registered a similar complaint when we stayed in downtown Philadelphia and I was supposed to use concrete. I want to go on record stating the rocks are even worse than concrete.
Rocks are sharp. They hurt my feet. Mommy wears shoes so maybe she doesn’t know how they hurt my feet.
Rocks are uneven. How am I supposed to walk on them? Mommy wears shoes and even she has trouble walking on them. There are many places to hike in America. Why are we hiking here?
Rocks are hot. In fact, Arizona is hot. I used to live here and I remember how hot Arizona is. It is 100 degrees here. Doesn’t Mommy realize how hot those rocks are? Again – she is wearing shoes.
Finally, how does anyone grow food here? There is no dirt. I take that back. There is a tiny patch of dirt here – poured over the rocks. Mommy won’t let me use that to potty because that tiny patch of imported dirt is the poor hotel owner’s attempt to grow something. It does not look like it is working to me.
I don’t think rocks are useful, even if they are red, but I guess I should stop whining about them. People in Sedona need to hear about Jesus even if they don’t want to. I’ve noticed that many people here are not as interested in Jesus as people are in other places. Maybe their hearts are like the rocks here. Knowing Jesus will make their hearts soft so I guess telling people about Jesus is useful, even in the middle of hot, sharp, uneven, hard red rocks.
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By Belle the Missionary Dog
The Pocket Full of Quarters Lady For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. KJV Rom 6:23 “I’m sure my dog is going to hell,” a man told my Mommy. She’d just told him about me, my writing, and how I help her in ministry. Then, Mommy asked if this man knew where he was going in the next life.
“I’m not sure,” he said, with a glint in his eye. “But I’m sure my dog is going to hell.”
“Maybe Belle needs to tell your dog about Jesus,” Mommy joked.
The man launched into a rant about everything his dog does wrong. That poor man! His dog wakes them up in the middle of the night to go outside. He chews things up, barks too much, and runs out the door when it is opened. Even I wouldn’t want to live with that dog.
That dog obviously hasn’t been taught to mind his mommy and daddy. I’ll be happy to talk to his dog about Jesus if they want me to but it isn’t bad things that send people to hell. Everyone does bad things. God wants to give everyone eternal life with Jesus. Saying no to Jesus sends people to hell.
I’ve met a lot of dogs who didn’t mind their mommy and daddy, but the dogs I’ve met are smart enough to know a good thing when they see it. Jesus is good! In fact, He is the best! Humans sometimes say no to Jesus but I think dogs are way too smart to do that.
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By Belle the Missionary Dog
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And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
KJV Rom 8:28
Mommy hit a curb. Daddy said it was an optical illusion. I don’t know what that is, but I was in the front seat with Mommy when she hit the curb. I think what she drove over used to be a driveway. There were big trucks parked right behind that Taco Bell we tried to turn around in. I think Taco Bell got tired of trucks pulling into their parking lot so they built their side up to be a curb.
It was a big curb and when we hit bottom it went BANG. Then, as Mommy kept rolling over it, it screeched. At first, Mommy was calmer than me. The noise hurt my ears so I started barking.
“Shhh. It’s OK, Belle. We’re OK,” she soothed. “Calm down.” Mommy pulled over and opened the door.
I heard another crunch. A big piece of metal was sticking up from the running board and blocked the door. Mommy tried to bend it back but it didn’t work.
Then, she did something silly. She got out and left me inside. I didn’t like that so I started barking again. Mommy needed me but she ignored me. Sometimes, my mommy is hard to help.
It was bad. The hose we use for dumping nasty water was hanging behind Hallelujah like a tail. When Mommy put it back, she got yucky water all over her hands. The door panel and back bumper were hanging off. The running board was cracked. There were scratches under both sides. Mommy propped everything back on and drove slowly back to the campground we had just passed. She took a deep breath and called Daddy.
Poor Daddy. He gets upset just like me – only instead of barking, he asks Mommy questions faster then she can answer. I think Daddy calms himself down by trying to understand things. Mommy doesn’t always know the names of things on Hallelujah so she had trouble helping Daddy understand. Daddy was on an airplane and they made him turn his cell phone off before he could help us. I know my daddy so I know that was the longest plane ride of his life.
Mommy and Daddy talked later that night and sounded so sad. Mommy doesn’t like to make mistakes. When she makes mistakes, she gets discouraged. When she gets discouraged, she wants to give up and go home.
Daddy doesn’t like it when he can’t fix things for us. When we get in trouble far away, he gets scared.
Mommy and Daddy love God a lot and do their best to do what He says. I think sometimes they forget that God will use everything for good. Maybe they think they are supposed to be perfect and handle everything themselves. They may be smart but they are not as smart as God. He knows what He is doing. They are really good at fixing things but not as good as God. Mommy and Daddy only see what is right in front of them but God sees forever. Would someone tell my Mommy and Daddy that God knows what He is doing and will use all of this for good? Also, please join our prayer team and pray for Mommy and Daddy. I think they need it. Join our Prayer Team
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By Belle the Missionary Dog
Mommy - Cheryle M. Touchton - The Pocket Full of Quarters Lady
Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body. 1 Cor 6:19-20 NIV
My mommy eats healthy. She has eaten this way for 30 years. She didn’t always eat like this but she does now. She says her body is the temple of the Holy Spirit and she wants to honor God by eating right. Before I was born, Mommy used to eat so much food that that it made her sick and she had to stay in bed. One day, she called out to God and she and God made a deal. Mommy turned her life and will over to God. She started eating healthy. God helped her stop overeating and made her well. The problem is, I didn’t make that deal.
On Sunday, Mommy and I went to the Big Shanty Festival in Kennesaw, Georgia. We were there to tell people about Jesus and even if I say so myself, I did my job just right. I let people pet me. When Mommy said to say Jesus, I barked. When Mommy said to show people how to take Jesus’ hand, I reached out my paw. I looked for people who looked like they needed attention from me and I gave it to them. 15 people prayed to receive Jesus and I helped with all of them. I’m happy about that.
What I’m not happy about is Mommy not letting me eat junk food. There was free junk food everywhere. People must not have wanted it because they dropped it on the ground. There were potato chips, ice cream, hamburgers, french fries, candy, and even dog treats. It was a doggie buffet and every time I tried to enjoy it, Mommy hollered and pulled on my leash. It is not fair.
Even Daddy eats junk food – especially when it is free. Mommy fusses at him too but he does what he wants. I tried doing what I wanted and Mommy wouldn’t let me. For some reason, Daddy gets to have free will but I don’t. Mommy says I can’t eat junk food because I get sick but I’ve seen Daddy not feeling too good if he eats popcorn late at night and he eats it anyway.
I’m a good dog. I mostly do everything Mommy says. I think Mommy was being unreasonable to expect me to pass all of that yummy food and not eat a bite. Would someone remind my mommy about free will?
I have to admit that when we got back to the camper, I was glad I didn’t have a tummy ache. Mommy was really glad because when I get sick, she has to clean it up. Mommy bought homemade doggy treats at the festival and she gave me some. That helped but I still can’t help dreaming about all of that free food.
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By Belle the Missionary Dog
Mommy – Cheryle M. Touchton, The Pocket Full of Quarters Lady
Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. John 4:35 KJV
Mommy and I have a big job. We tell people about Jesus. We get in Halleluiah the camper van. Next, we push the button on our orange cup and listen to it sing, “No Particular Place to Go.” Mommy prays and then we drive until we find someone who needs to hear about Jesus. Well, actually, Mommy drives and I bounce back and forth between the front and back seats.
We each have little jobs too. One of my jobs is to help Mommy when she backs up. I’ve never forgotten that Mommy backed into a gas pump, so I sit in the back window and bark if she is getting too close to something. I like to do things in order so I remind Mommy of what she is supposed to do next. I don’t like people coming into Halleluiah so if they try, I bark. I cuddle with Mommy, make her laugh, and love her no matter what. We take care of each other.
Mommy feeds me, rubs my tummy, and takes me on walks. Sometimes, she tries to tell me to behave but I don't get mad because I know she just doesn’t understand why I’m doing what I’m doing. For some reason she thinks she needs to clean up after me when I potty but that is just silly. The deer and bears make a lot bigger mess than I do.
When Mommy and I start talking about Jesus, we are all business. I sit beside Mommy until she tells me what to do. She tells people about Jesus and invites them to meet him. When she asks for help, I help. If she says Jesus, I bark. I show people how to take Jesus’ hand by giving them my paw. I can sit, lay, and get my tail. Mommy and I sing about Jesus together and I do my tricks at exactly the right time. My favorite song is “My Best Friend is Jesus” because I get to bark every time Mommy sings the word Jesus. When people pray and invite Jesus into their lives, I know to sit behind Mommy and not move a muscle. My favorite part is the glow that comes into people’s eyes just as they finish praying. Everyone needs Jesus even if they don’t know it yet. Our job is to help them figure it out.
Mommy and I have been doing this together for almost ten years. Every day, it seems like people get more eager to hear about Jesus. Every year, more people say yes to Jesus. The Bible says the harvest is ripe. I think that means that people are ready to meet Jesus and I believe it. In fact, I think the harvest is even riper than it was when Mommy and I first started doing this. Helping people meet Jesus is easy and so sweet. Mommy and I have the best job in the world.
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By Belle Touchton – The Missionary Dog
Mommy – Cheryle M. Touchton
Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed. 1 Peter 4:12-14 NIV
Mommy and I spend a lot of time in our tiny camper, Halleluiah. Sometimes Daddy and Rascal the Cat travel with us. Our job is to travel America, telling people about Jesus. Outside of Halleluiah, the word I hear the most is “Jesus.” Inside, I hear “ouch.”
“Bob,” Mommy said. “My head always hurts right on top. It feels like a bruise.” Maybe Mommy doesn’t know how many times she says “ouch” when she steps into Halleluiah. By now she should know to duck her head.
“Ouch!” Daddy said. “You left the cabinet open again.” Daddy wasn’t talking to me.
“Bob,” Mommy said. “I’m so sorry. You’re bleeding again.” By now, Daddy should know that Mommy leaves cabinets open.
I yelled “ouch” later when she left that same cabinet open and everything came flying at me when Mommy turned a corner.
They keep Rascal the Cat’s food up on the counter because they know I like his food better than mine. If Rascal is eating and we stop quickly, Rascal yells “ouch” as he falls off the counter. Personally, I think they could solve that problem by letting me eat Rascal’s food.
The table has 4 corners that pop up to make it bigger. Mommy and Daddy both yell “ouch” about half the time they open a corner because it has a spring that pinches. If they worked less at that table, they’d get pinched less.
When Daddy joins us, he spends most of his time fixing things on Halleluiah. I hear “ouch” a lot when he is working in such tiny places. Those hammers and screwdrivers look like they hurt so I guess I can’t blame Halleluiah for fighting back.
If we’re parked on a hill and Mommy opens a cabinet, she yells “ouch” when cans fall on her. She could solve that problem by eating dry food like me.
Mommy yells “ouch” when she dumps Halleluiah, plugs Halleluiah in, hooks up the water, plugs in cable, climbs on the hood to wash the window, swats a bug, or sits up in bed and hits the light. She stays bruised, bitten, scratched, bleeding, and sore. I yell “ouch” when we stop quickly and I fall off the seat or Mommy trips over me because we try to stand the same place at the same time. Living in a tiny camper is painful. You may be wondering why we are willing to say “ouch” so often.
The answer to that is easy. We say “ouch” for Jesus. Saying “ouch” is the price tag for doing what God tells us to do. When someone says “yes” to Jesus, saying “ouch” for Jesus seems like a small price to pay.
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Cheryle M. Touchton is the Director of Pocket Full of Change Ministries. This ministry exists because people like you are called to help fund the work of the kingdom. To help keep the Pocket Full of Quarters Lady on the road leading people to Christ, you can donate at
By Belle Touchton – The Missionary Dog
Mommy – Cheryle M. Touchton
Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Eph 4:2-3 NIV
Mommy and Daddy are funny when they camp. Mommy spends more time in the camper so she thinks she knows more about camping than Daddy. Daddy is used to knowing more about everything so he thinks he knows best. When they get to talking about how to do something on Halleluiah, they don’t listen to each other. Being a dog, I know there is more than one way to skin a cat. Most of the time, they are both right and either way would work just fine. I get bored waiting on them to pick a way.
That last time Daddy camped with us, we needed to dump Halleluiah’s holding tanks. Daddy was in our little car and Mommy was driving Halleluiah so Mommy followed Daddy to the dump station. Daddy pulled in first, got out of the car, and waved for Mommy to drive around the circle to the left.
When Mommy pulled to the right, Daddy jumped in front of her and used both pointer fingers to try to make her go left. Mommy didn’t want to run over Daddy and she didn’t want to go left so she stopped.
Daddy got that smile he gets when he explains something to two-year-old Abigaile and walked over to the window. “Honey, the hose is on the driver’s side. If you pull to the right, you’ll be on the wrong side.”
“Honey,” Mommy said. “I know what side the hose is on. I live in this camper five months a year. If I pull to the right, the hose will be next to the dump station.”
“Cheryle,” Daddy said, making a wide circle with his arms. “You have to go that way or you’ll be turned wrong.”
“Bob, what are you talking about? Look!” Mommy pointed to the dump station.
Daddy looked to where Mommy was pointing and said, “Oh. They have two. Look over there.” He pointed to the other side.
It was Mommy’s turn to say, “Oh.” They were looking at two different dump stations. They were both right. They went to laughing and Mommy decided to give in. She went left. Good thing no one was waiting in line behind us.
The Bible says we should be humble. I think part of being humble means you listen to the people around you. Would someone tell Mommy and Daddy that camping would be easier on all of us if they would just listen to each other? After all, they are both pretty smart.
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Cheryle M. Touchton is the Director of Pocket Full of Change Ministries. This ministry exists because people like you are called to help fund the work of the kingdom. To help keep the Pocket Full of Quarters Lady on the road leading people to Christ, you can donate at
