**It took me two hours this morning to get a frog out of my parents house. It was big for a frog, and brought back way too many memories of mice. It was part funny and part really really awful. I had to give myself more than one pep talk. I am not sure if it would have been better or worse to have someone there with me. It was not how I was anticipating spending my early morning, but I think by next week I ought to be able to laugh about it.
Throughout the summer for whatever reason seeing horses reminded me of God’s faithfulness. I should note that it both times it happened throughout the course of the summer were pretty significant stressful moments. The first happened when I learned that one of my staff got hit by a drunk driver. I didn’t have cell phone reception at the school we stay at in Heart Butte but we have access to wireless. It is never a good moment when you get an e-mail that simply says EMERGENCY. Needless to say I ran out the door to get cell phone reception to start making phone calls. Most of what happened next was a big blur of trying to reach people and get information as quickly as possible. The Area Director I was with suddenly became my personal assistant trying to find me a flight as quickly as possible, talking to various supervisors and helping me try to manage all of the information that was being thrown at me. In the middle of one of my conversations with my supervisor seemingly out of no where this horse trots by. We were parked in an open field with really nothing around us. The horse just walked by and for whatever reason I knew that everything was going to be okay. We were okay.
A few weeks later I found myself in another difficult situation. In the midst of a very hard conversation I stepped out to make a phone call. As I was standing on the porch of the house we stayed at a horse pulls up to the kiddy pool across the street for a drink of water. I had to laugh, are you kidding me Lord, is all I kept thinking to myself, but again, I knew we were going to be okay. The God who brought us here was also going to see us through.
I thought that was the end of my horse stories, but the other day I went for a run out at my parents house. At the end of their road a family owns a bunch of horses. They were on the other side of the pasture, but as I got closer they started to come towards the road. I ended up standing there for almost ten minutes just being reminded of the Lord’s faithfulness. In a lot of ways I am starting a new chapter and am trusting God for a new sense of adventure and bold hope for things to happen. At times it seems overwhelming and impossible, but then I am reminded of horses and know that I am okay.
I love that God is using horses to remind me of His goodness of His bigness. I’m going to love it even more when I see a horse in the city.
