To know me is to know I have a strange affection for standing in dirt filled, oversized warehouses in the middle of winter.
Why? Here is a hint…
Do you hear the rhythm? Can you see the graceful movement? Does your heart race with fear, or like mine, the anticipation of entering the dance with them?
Pursued relentlessly, the Lord yet again found way to ensure that I heard the sound of His gentle voice… “Little girl, I love you.”
Maggie and I were invited to go horseback riding this week and, after some hesitancy because I know what it opens up in me, I went. I'm so glad I did.
Not only did we ride but the owner of the fine steed we were invited to ride yelled from the sideline, “Push him! Jump, jump!”
Yes, it was a real return to my roots: I set jumps, spoke words of encouragement to Maggie as she took some of her first jumps ever and I reintroduced myself to the addictive sensation of flying with a horse.
My mom taught me to always look at the camera and smile but she rarely could get me to do so when riding. I should argue it is because I am being a responsible equestrian staying a step ahead of my rides stride but the truth is I am lost in some sacred space between the brown earth, my heart and Heaven.
