A couple weeks ago, I got the opportunity to ride a horse. Not on a trail, not with someone else holding the reigns, but really ride a horse. His name is Hank (Spanky) and he really wants me to come back and ride again, or so his owner tells me. I knew that when I went to ride him I would get the full shabang as far as safety, care and instruction from my friend Stacia. She is very organized and I would have expected nothing less from her. I thoroughly enjoyed cleaning the horse shoes, brushing him and just being around. I even got the confidence to move Hank to a trot. I later paid for that with my rear end being horribly sore. I know I was not doing it right. I was bouncing up and down in the saddle. Hopefully I will have more opportunities to get better with that.
During the ride Stacia asked me what I thought. I told her, " Have you ever done something and then realized that you were meant to do that?" That is what it felt like to me. Not that I would ever be a great or professional rider, but this is something that I have always wanted to do and now that I have gotten to do it, it just felt right. I had a perma-grin on my face that evening and it was amazing to ride all over these 56 acres and watch the beautiful sunset. Thank you God for the opportunities that you bless me with and the people you put in my life!



