There are some things we take for granted. Some times we never know how good we have it until it is taken away from us...or in some cases we give it away.
At this time in our country it seems we are sure giving away a lot of our freedoms, without ever realizing what we have, or that we can never get them back...at least not without a huge cost, and even then it has to be wanted bad enough by all parties.
Anyway, that was totally a different subject!
One of the things I miss is my good old buddy that I spent many happy hours with.
When I say hours--I mean HOURS!
He was my miracle horse, one that I had spent YEARS praying for because I felt like I would just DIE if I didn't have my own horse!
Back then Dad always said that he wasn't going to get the girls a horse, because they could always ride his, and I guess he thought that girls were so unsure...like if they got married or something where does the horse go? It's not like girls normally get/got to choose their own houses and such.
But, he knew I loved them, and one year we were going to have three foals. I secretly told Karissa that I was going to 'adopt' one of those foals. Train it, and pretend it was mine. And nobody else was allowed to ride it...just so she would know in advance! I don't think she ever told dad, but a couple months later I remember just like yesterday, dad told me that he was going to give me one of the foals for my Birthday, and for helping out with chores and irrigation.
I went to my room and bawled. I went outside and bawled. I snuck out in the dark and bawled. I climbed on the horses backs and bawled. I brushed out the mama's to be and bawled. I climbed the haystack and bawled. I prayed and bawled. I dreamed and bawled. I just plain BAWLED my EYES out!
This was shortly after I got saved, and recommitted my life to the Lord. It was like a confirmation that God and Dad LOVED me, and was giving me those sweet little gifts that just make a shy, lonely girl feel so special <3
Springtime came, and dad and I would joke around as to whether I got to pick out which foal, or dad got to. Unfortunately, some things do happen, and one of his mares foaled into the ditch...so there wasn't necessarily a 'choice' after all. I was going to pick the dead foal, because I sure felt bad for taking dads. He wouldn't have it. We would tease about it, but he told me that this baby was MINE!
I learned a LOT about horses with him. I learned how MUCH I DIDN'T know! I always thought that I could make a horse obey. I never realized that if a horse didn't know that pulling back on the reigns meant stop, he didn't know WHAT on earth I was talking about! I would pull on the reign and he would turn his head, but nothing else! Then he would be like 'huh? I'm doing exactly what you told me to do!' I learned to actually patiently and kindly 'teach' a horse what things meant.
But we learned, and he became and awesome horse. Of course, he had his faults...many of them! But I am not going to go into details here. I decided to sell him, and I did. I sold him to some wonderful people, and it was totally my decision. I have regretted it at times. But, sometimes you DO regret some decisions :-) I don't even know that I would go so far as to say that it was a bad decision. Just that I do miss him because we had a connection with each other that doesn't come from training, but spending many a hundreds of hours together. I can't spend time with my horses like that anymore. I graduated from High School, got a job, and became more busy (Or maybe I should say responsible for other things) than ever. But I do have sweet memories :-)
And I am getting really inspired and anxious to get out there and spend more time with my horses this coming year. I am PUMPED for the year to come. I don't know if I've EVER been so excited about a new year coming...even though I am becoming an older woman all the time, I am looking forward to the life ahead of me :D