Sometimes it takes every ounce of energy I have to put a horse in the trailer and begin the short drive to my riding destination a mile down the road. The comfort of my chair and just one more cup of coffee present themselves to my aching body and weary heart, attempting to rivet me there.
There are many battles to fight as war rages over lives around me. Give me Your heart, Lord.
Having conquered the coffee/chair inertia, I drive my truck and trailer to the back of Mercy Ships. This property was originally developed by Agape Force, a ministry which no longer exists---except in the hearts and minds of those who were a part of it.
The flat, empty field between what is now my church and the newest Mercy Ships building looks rather desolate. Thirty six years ago, I used this road to take me to an office job I had, one of many, in my seven years as a part Agape Force.
I picture the peach orchard that used to bloom here to my right. How hard we Agape Force folks worked to keep those trees watered and weeded. Maybe the sweat that rolled off of our foreheads contributed to the joy of seemingly infinite flowers in the spring and fruit in the summer.
There is no current visible evidence that those trees were ever there, but I know that they were, because they are a part of my history in this place. It's a secret the land all around us carries: the goings on of previous generations. Who knows what victories were won fifty, one hundred, or one thousand years ago on whatever ground we stand upon?
As barren as a life may seem at any given moment, we must step carefully as the grass crunches dry under our feet, mindful of what has been and what will be, knowing He is faithful to every generation.
near my treasured paths, I park the truck and saddle up. As I ride in the quiet woods, my horse steadily walks, trots, or canters and my soul is refreshed. What a privilege it is to ride my horse where I first began to understand the depths of His love.
Faithful You are, Lord God. Truly Your goodness passes before me on the back of a humble horse. Holy are You! Thank You for being mindful of me. Your steadfast love endures forever!
All battles and cares bow down in insignificance to the wonder of His love. His train fills the temple of my heart, my hands once more touch His hem, receiving the power to live abundantly, beyond mere monotonous survival.
So glad I got out of that chair.
