Memories of a Horse

 YAH, i can do nothing to make You love me.  You love me because that's in Your nature to do so.  Your

brilliant artwork is to be loved and enjoyed by both the evil and good, the saved and the unsaved. Agape is Your kind of love.  YAH, i'm learning more and more about grace because of You.  i don't put on humility naturally.  i have to make a conscious choice to do that.  Because of my sinful nature, i am prideful.  That is downfall.  Help me. Lord, to put aside my old prideful self.  i have to develop the character to know what hope is.  No matter what adversity comes my way.  i have to let go of having the last word or having any word for that matter.  You, Lord, are so much happier when i keep my big mouth shut.  Your agape love is poured out in my heart when i see the rabbits and squirrels in the back yard.  The animals domestic and wild alike give me a genuine delight.  You can't imagine the joy a gardener snake gave me last week.

It twisted and crawled on hot asphalt yet took the time to check me out.  i greeted him as i would my own pet and walked on, but i had to stop and turn to make sure he got all the way across the pavement so he wouldn't get flattened by a driver who could care less.  A little girl down at the HUB gave me joy as well.  You should've seen her sweet smile as she looked up at me.  i believe she was Hispanic and i hope her father one day won't make her hate white old men.  But that i leave in Your hands, Abba.  

One morning at the YWCA playground on the way to the library a young boy ran to the edge of the fence just so he could shout "Hi!" at me.  A dog and her owner walked by and i had to say hi to the human before i could say hi to her dog.  The woman didn't cock her head and raise her ears like her dog did.  Such simple joys at this stage in life, and it's all because of You, Abba.  You bring the joy to me because You know how much i appreciate snakes, dogs, cats, and rabbits to name just a few.