Robust imagination feeds life shared with Jesus Christ and horses. Nature is both work surface and buffet for seekers of truth, lovers of all things equine, and the passionate pursuit of Jesus Christ. Imagination produces a warm cocoon of relationship with forests, fields, and the creatures who call them home.
Horses and dogs are far better at relationships than people. What can we learn from them about quality of life issues?
Spring may seem like the far distant future for some of you. If you’re stuck indoors because the snow is piled high and temperatures are frigid, it may be the perfect time to talk about that pile of stuff that is “too good to throw out.” Good stewardship often begins in the barn —
Mark Twain didn’t trip the light fantastic on tip-toes. Instead he created fantasy with words. This note Twain wrote congratulating a little girl on her menagerie is simply delightful.
Christians have asked, worried, and fretted over this question for two thousand years. Many are impatient and ready to march right out to serve God. But, how? Here’s some insight into God’s answer.
One would naturally assume that Anna Sewell, the author of Black Beauty, was an accomplished equestrian who likely jumped fences with ease and ran with the wind on the back of a favorite steed who would eventually take on the epic persona of “Black Beauty.” Truth is… – Guest article by Andie Eisenberg, Cowgirl poet. Don’t miss the video!
Andie Eisenberg is a gifted cowgirl poet. This is one of the best poems I have ever read – horsey or otherwise. It speaks not only to the sacrificial service our horses offer us, but the unknowable sacrifice Christ made for each of His own.
“No Hoof, No Horse”
Jesus tells us we must be as little children to enter the kingdom of heaven. This short story perfectly illustrates the simple wisdom and common sense of third graders.
From the mouth of little children we learn the simple difference between being fair and being effective.
The last sister was alone. Her parents and siblings were gone and she was trapped. She couldn’t go backwards and there was no escape to either side. She sat. She thought. She despaired.
Yesterday she had fussed, fumed, and wailed about the unfairness of her plight. “Why me?” she cried.