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Two Miles to Thanksgiving

7 Jun
God is in every circumstance!

God is in every circumstance!

There is nothing better than a horseback ride after a long hard week. I decided to ride by myself through the country side and I found myself singing terribly off key songs to my beloved horse, Raise Your Dreams. He did not care, he was being ridden by me, his absolute most favorite human in the whole world.

I allowed the reins to slip through my hands and I was barely holding them with one hand. We heard a crash through the woods and a man appeared out into the open. His dishelved appearance and look on his face revealed a character that was not friendly but evil. My horse did what he does best- spun.

Whack! I hit the ground with the very shoulder that had just been surgically repaired for my torn rotator cuff. I could only feel excruciating pain. I laid on the ground writhing. My horse stood over me and made threatening gestures. I told the man that my horse would attack him, and with that he left.

I got up and my arm dangled limply by my side. I just had the clearance to ride and now I had undone surgery and months of physical therapy. I was mad!

I am ashamed to admit it- but mad at God.

“How could you allow me to fall? You are God! You could have prevented this!” I was screaming through my tears. My horse followed me, lowering his head. He was upset too.

“How can I thank you? For what? A fall? How am I supposed to be thankful in EVERYTHING?”

We were two miles away from the barn. It was a good thing. I needed that time to wrestle with God.

Once in the barn, I untacked my horse with one arm. I stood in the aisle, lonely, ashamed at my reaction to this fall. I was upset for yeling at God.

Then I heard an internal voice that was God, “I could have broken your neck!”

Once this realization hit me, I started to praise the LORD like never before!  It took two miles to walk back to the barn.  Within those two miles I had learned that being thankful in every circumstance is not easy, but necessary!  God is always doing His best for us and our circumstances.

Later I realized that God had used the circumstance to show His healing power and might.  He miraculously healed me in the hospital, witnessed by many doctors and nurses!

GOD’S Word says, “in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Have you ever been in a circumstance that seemed to break your heart and spirit?  Then God turned it all around and you were full of thanksgiving!  Please share- it encourages all that read it!!

I Drive A Barn Truck

2 Feb
There is nothing better than a 5 foot woman driving a Barn Truck and enjoying every minute of it!

There is nothing better than a 5 foot woman driving a Barn Truck and enjoying every minute of it!

Owning a horse or a farm is a way of life. It is one that seeps into the soul. The priorities change dramatically from impeccable dress to functioning informal barn wear. With these changes come the most obvious. The cute sports car needs to be replaced with a full sized truck with the ability to haul 20 tons of horse flesh, tack, and trailer. Home and garage become necessary storing places for the overwhelming equipment needed for a horse, or in my case, horses.

Owning my farm for twelve years and horses for over twenty-five years, I have accumulated a massive amount of tack, clothing and equipment for my horses. I have accepted the term as clean to mean that there are only a few strands of hay floating through the house and dog slobber just gives the house character. I just never realized that my life style has consumed all of my life. When my mom suggested that we get together for lunch, I jumped at the chance to escape the farm and live in a world where people do not get up at 3:30 in the morning to feed the horses, where I can smell wafts of perfume, nails are polished, and beautiful jewelry sparkles in the sunlight.

I drove to my mom’s pristine beautiful home in northern Delaware. My mother is a lover of cleanliness and I grew up as a child in a museum. There was no such thing as dirty in the house. With four children we all had chores and we carried them out with synchronicity every Saturday morning under the watchful eye of my mother. You could eat off of the kitchen, basement and garage floors. Therefore my mother was very upset when I decided to forgo a pristine life for one of perpetual dirt, manure, horse hair, and chaos.

My mother climbed into my truck and took a look around. “How can you drive in this?” she was puzzled, how could the daughter that she had raised to wear Aignne designer boots, Talbot clothes, and Dooney and Bourke purses stoop to this level. What was even worse, I had dirt under my unpainted nails. My hair was tucked under a red baseball cap and I had not a stitch of make up on. We were going to catch lunch and I was going to drive.

“Mom, this is NOT dirty! I just cleaned it. I only have what I need,” I feigned that I was upset with her comment.

She reached into the back seat and grabbed a duffel bag that had whips, britches, a helmet, carrots, and an apple that was beginning to turn brown. Then she pulled the wool cooler off of the floor and a Raise Your Dreams Farm sweatshirt fell from beneath it. She grabbed leather reins and a brand new halter tangled on the floor. She held up the latest horse magazines from the pocket holder on the door under her handle. She started to hold all of these items on her lap.

I started to laugh. She frowned and told me that she was not finished. She reached onto the seat behind me and grabbed a few books that I had meant to give to my students, and then she held up a few ribbons left from the last horse show. My laughter was now uproarious; her frown was beginning to deepen from the impending weight on her lap. Next she glanced in the back of the truck bed and then she started to laugh. It was that type of laugh that tells you that someone is on the brink of breaking.

“Jill! You have two bags of cat food, a couple bags of grain, swimming trunks, water shoes, leadlines, thick ropes for tying hay down, and of course tufts of hay!” she exclaimed.

I shrugged my shoulders and held up my hands. I was guilty of driving a Barn Truck. Owning a horse farm means that one needs to get used to lowering their standards, my idea of clean was painstakingly obvious that it was not hers.

Do you have a barn car or truck? What is in it? What are the reactions of your family and friends when they go for a ride? Please share, we LOVE to hear what you have to say!

Horse for Sale- It Comes With A Part of My Heart!

14 Dec
Hershey, doing what he does best- jumping

Hershey, doing what he does best- jumping

Lessons are down. Students have gone off to college. Then the Salem County Center for Autism lost all of their funding, which means I just lost 27 special needs students.

At my peak, we were teaching 50-75 students a week. We are at a fraction of this number and that means, I have to cut my herd. Who do I sell?

I try to be objective and look at the horse/s that are used the least. I come up with Hershey. He is talented, handsome, bold, and loves attention. He would do well with just one owner.

I put him up for sale, and the phone starts ringing. I answer the usual questions. They all want to see him, but the weather is not cooperative. This is good, it buys me more time.

Do they know that if I sell this horse, a part of my heart will go with him?

 

Please help out Raise Your Dreams Farm by posting horses, ponies, tack, clothing, etc. for sale on www.anythingforhorseandrider.com  Thanks!

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