Just a blog about an Appy named Louie, a POA named Honey, his minion (me), and some faith and grace. Oh, did I fail to mention we also do western dressage as well as trail ride? :)
2/5/21 ~ A Good Horse
Every now and then again, A good horse comes along, You better pay attention, Be a shame if you go wrong.
When you see him comin’, You must not hesitate, “Cause you just might miss him, If too long you wait.
The good ones are attractive, People look for build and color, And if they’re at an auction, Will out-bid one another.
Why, just last week in Cow Town, One brought a hundred grand, Lord knows I was honored, Just in the barn to stand.
But out there in the country, When you can have some time, To look at what you’re seein’, You’ll sooner come out fine.
The width of hip, it matters, You’ll want a pretty head, And if he’s moving graceful, Broke but not plumb dead.
Does he look closer at you, Or does he look on past, Does he seem to know you, Is that feelin’ gonna last.
It’s not unlike the Savior, When He sees us, we are known, The one He paid the price for, And will take us home.
And bonded there forever, He with His love will heal, All that hurts and ails us, ‘Cause His grace is so real.
So don’t miss that old pony, When he finally comes along, And get in Jesus’ halter, With Him you can’t go wrong.
I came across this website and Facebook page called Gods Horseback Gospel awhile back and read a few posts and poems; didn’t really think a whole lot about it and then stumbled across it again the other day. In reading this poem “Good Horse” By Brad McClain it brings back cherished memories of the horses that I have ridden, trained, loved, not loved, been SO glad to see the backside of them get in the trailer and the ones that I have shed crazy tears over because I have lost. It also reminds me that every once in a while you get that ONE, that one special horse that makes all the others worthwhile. You know the ones I’m talking about? The bad actors, the gossipers, the slackers, the ones that step on your toes to get ahead in line. Wink, not just talking about horses here!
But, if we think about it... we were chosen. God thought we were pretty special and paid the price for us. God’s grace, love, and faith in us promises that we can trust that God knows that we were worth the price. God gives us peace once we have that connection. We know that with God, we can’t go wrong. “…we will come and make our home with each of them…” (John 14:23, NLT)
Lord, give us faith, and make that faith grow in us day by day. Also give us hope and love, so that we may serve our neighbors according to your will; through your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.
Proverbs 17:22 – A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. I am not sure that I have ever been around a happier horse than little Miss Honey. She generally greets you with ears up and a gentle nicker. Of course, she could just be hopeful for a cookie or an apple… But she is generally a happy little horse. She likes to go out to explore the world when we go on a trail ride, looking forward with wide eyes and pricked ears. Happy to see what is around the bend. If we are doing some arena work, she is bouncing through that with a spring in her step looking for the next challenge. I am wondering, do we have a choice to be like Honey? To greet each day with our eyes open and ears perked up looking for the next adventure that is coming our way? Maybe the adage “Happiness is a choice” could be applied? Maybe when circumstances threaten to crush people’s spirits and sink them into the gloom, they need the powerful medicine of joy more than ever. Sol
Faith isn’t a feeling. It’s a choice to trust God even when the road ahead seems uncertain. ~ Dave Willis Faith and Trust, two words each with 5 letters. Both on the surface seem so small but yet are so big. Have Faith and Trust you hear people say. I myself have often said the same thing. But what does that really mean? In working with horses I have to trust in my instincts and have faith that what I am doing is the right thing. After working with these wonderful animals for many, many years I have learned to read their body language and subtle cues that they give me when working with them. Some say that it is “whispering” to horses. No, not really; I am just listening to what they are telling me as if I was having a conversation with anyone else. The flick of an ear, the tightening of facial muscles, swishing of a tail… Those are all ways that horses speak to us if we listen. Just as your pet dog or cat “speaks” to you when they want let out, a treat, your attention, to p
"LORD my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.” — Psalm 30:2 Little Miss Honey has been battling a respiratory infection the last few weeks. We took her in to the vet this past Monday for bloodwork and a check-up. She was not exactly happy with the poking and prodding and at one point tried to hide behind her “mom” when the vet was talking about doing more procedures with her. So, we decided to do another round of antibiotics and see where she was after a week. Honey does not like the new antibiotics. They are liquid and I have to give them to her by squirting them in her mouth. She makes ugly faces and sometimes walks away from me. Just as we sometimes don’t like to take medicine that can help or heal us, Honey feels the same way about her twice daily medicine. I am thankful that the vet (horse dr.) has the knowledge and skill that God helped her acquire to know how to run the correct tests to diagnose Honey. Sometimes I have learned that when times