I had always wanted my own horse, a paint. From the time I was a little girl growing up in the suburbs of Los Angeles I planned on converting our small yard into a mini farm. My dad was NOT crazy about this idea when I started digging the lawn up for my makeshift corral.
Last summer I found her! Angel was her name, a beautiful dark brown and white paint Mare about 45 minutes from here.
I am not totally comfortable and confident around horses, well ok, not confient at all but I was determined to overcome my insecurity.
I rode her quite a few times after bringing her home, PERFECT, wow even a beginner such as myself could ride and she was eager and willing to work with ME.
Well, I started to lose confidence once my dear friend moved away and I was left to learn on my own.
My daughter lost interest as well so we reluctantly decided to find a new home for her.
Found the perfect home, but she would not load on the trailer. Seemed terrified.
SO here I am facing another challenge and conquering my fears. I must build a higher level of trust with Angel and get her to load. It would certainly be for her own good.
I actually lectured her tonight about how she blew her opportunity of going to an amazing home because of her stubborness and fear of the unknown.
Immediately, I identified with her. How often I have allowed the fear of the unknown to take over and keep me back from Gods best for me.
So, here we go. My newest challenge with a very large animal that frightens the heck out of me!
Can this be God trying to teach me something?
We shall see….