Monday, September 27, 2010

9 Things

I never knew...

Freshly turned over peanuts smelled so terrible,

Poison Ivy can leave scars,

I could love my horse this much,

I would be as ambitious as I am,

I could learn to like fall,

How much money you can make as a model,

My grandfather was the next runner-up for the Olympics as a wrestler and is in the National Hall of Fame,

Music was so important.

Love could teach you so many things!

I always thought...

Peanuts would smell more like salt(blame my city upbringing).

I wasn't allergic to Poison Ivy, I was very wrong.

After all he is just a beast of burdens right?

You should see the paper I am writing!

I have decided to stop hating it and cultivate some sort of tolerance.

It is enough to make me think about thinking about it.

He was and my dad never told me! Can you believe it!?!

I thought you could live with out it. But you can't. I believe it is physically and mentally impossible.

Love has so many different faces and most of them have nothing to do with Valentines Day.
Love is Storge, Phileo, Eros and Agape. And the greatest of these is Agape.

-the Virginia Girl

Friday, September 24, 2010

Reflections of Esther

Have you ever read the book of Esther? It never once mentions the name of God. Yet other than the obvious fact that it is in the Bible you can read between the lines and clearly see who is at the back of Esther and Mordecai guiding and blessing them. In the mutual love of Esther and her uncle and the courage she has to face the king in contrast with Haman the self loving cowering adviser. Esther's faith is great and though she has fear she also believes in the supreme control and arranging of her Heavenly Father which allows her to move on and let everything hang on God for the outcome.
I have nowhere near as much faith as Esther yet in my daily life I think she is my role model. I do not mention God at every turn but I think He is there in the background showing us Himself through each thing that happens. Many of you who read this blog see me talk about horses all the time or dogs or animals in general. I do write about this stuff because it is my passion. And something I can communicate about easily because of how I think about them and what role they play in my life.
In everything about animals I can see God. Man cannot claim to have a part in their actions or emotions the way they can with a robot or a building. They are to an extent unpredictable. Which makes for an incredible relationship when they pick a human to love and faithfully trust. God has blessed me with a horse that is beautiful and likes me better then anyone else. My horse's love is unconditional. And though he can't talk I never feel inferior with him. I am not judged by how good I am at math or what kind of job I want. He is a constant reminder of God and the only sustaining love to be had.
I believe God gave us reflections of aspects of Him in all His creation. And that when we see and recognize this we are reflecting God and are set apart from the world in that only we can rightly recognize the source. By grace God gives us beauty in the crime and corruption of His perfect creation. Like the bright colors in a puddle of oil, or the beautiful child born in awful circumstances, a spider web across a path, water splattered on sand, mud splashed from running through a puddle... I could go on forever.
God is great in His revealed and unrevealed love and anger, justice and mercy, and most importantly Grace.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Summertime... over. I feel like today was the first day of fall (even though the calendar may not), maybe because of how everthing smelled after the rain. I love how earth smells when it's wet and things are alive.

Lydia and I are both full-swing back in school now. I think we both have very mixed feelings about that reality. We have big plans for studying together tomorrow, though. Maybe we will employ doughnuts to help jumpstart our efforts and then do a little riding when we are done.

Tulesch just wandered into my room and told me it's time for bed. (Tulesch is the German Shepherd that lives with me, and yes, that's really how you spell his name. He was born in Holland and he says it was a family name...)


Saturday, September 11, 2010

It started in the 1870's...

...with an Indian medicine man named Owl Prophet. From the tribe of the Kiowas, he was a powerful man with a very impressive name...

Then in 2005 on March 27th at a small farm in Smithfield, VA, a colt was born on Easter morning.

An especially pretty colt, I might add...

Because of the unusually cold weather the tiny colt almost died. But a man who loved the colt's mother found him almost frozen in the mud and picked him up and put him in his truck with the heat on full blast. The colt survived and became an entirely crazy, fully wild mustang, until one day a blond little girl had her 10th birthday. For her birthday, her loving parents gave her three horse riding lessons. The little girl decided on her first day that, not only did she not want to leave but that she needed a job to pay for more lessons.

When that girl began to train this unruly colt she found out that under his rough cover he was motivated by fear. Once she figured this out it she very quickly gained his trust through her love and months of careful training. He responded eagerly and mastered everything she gave him with gusto. When she mounted him for the first time, he carried her as if he had been born for nothing else. She could not have been happier.

He has now matured into a regal prince among mustangs while she thrives in his glory.

"...somethings are best left between a girl and her horse..."

For a mustang he is very well balanced. His sturdy legs give him agility and grace even over the roughest terrain. His narrow aerodynamic chest and build give him formidable endurance and unanticipated speed. He has well formed muscle and hoofs to be reckoned with. Add it all up and you will get ... something worth keeping.

As I happen to be that girl I am abb-sa-bally-lout-ly satisfied.

He has even the stunning ability to erase the awfulness of math from my brain when we are cantering off into the distance.