12/21/2025
💞 This. He set my feet upon this path for a reason. In this time of worry and uncertainty and stress, I still believe He chose this for me as my place to shine a light in an often dark and lonely world.
God knew my heart needed horses
long before I ever did.
Before I understood grief.
Before I carried worry.
Before life asked more of me
than I felt ready to give.
He knew there would be seasons
when words wouldn’t reach me,
when prayers would feel heavy,
when my heart would need something
quiet, steady, and real.
So He placed horses in my life.
Not as a coincidence.
Not as a hobby.
But as a gift.
God knew I would need a place
where the world slowed down—
where expectations fell away
and I could breathe again.
So He gave me barns,
early mornings,
dusty evenings,
and the rhythm of care
that gently pulled me out of my own head
and back into His presence.
He gave me horses
who listen without judgment.
Who feel emotions I don’t know how to name.
Who meet me exactly where I am—
tired, overwhelmed, hopeful, hurting—
and ask nothing more
than honesty.
God knew my heart would need strength
that didn’t shout.
So He showed me power
wrapped in gentleness.
He showed me trust
built slowly.
Faith practiced quietly.
Through horses,
He taught me patience
when I wanted answers.
Humility
when I wanted control.
Peace
when the world felt loud.
There are moments in the barn
that feel like prayers themselves—
a warm muzzle resting against my chest,
a deep breath matching my own,
the stillness that settles
when you stop trying to fix everything
and simply exist.
Those moments feel holy.
God knew my heart would need healing
that didn’t come from explanations.
Healing that arrived softly,
without forcing me to be ready.
So He sent horses
to carry pieces of me
I couldn’t hold on my own.
Some stayed for a season.
Some stayed for years.
Some left too soon.
But every one of them
was placed in my life
with intention.
And even when losing them broke my heart,
God still showed me the blessing—
because not everyone gets to love something
that deeply.
Not everyone experiences a bond
that changes who they are forever.
I believe God knew
that horses would bring me back to Him
when I drifted.
That caring for them would ground me.
That loving them would soften me.
That losing them would teach me
how fragile and sacred love truly is.
God knew my heart needed horses
because through them,
He taught me how to trust.
How to wait.
How to feel.
How to believe in quiet miracles.
So when I thank God for my blessings,
I thank Him for horses—
for the way they heal,
the way they humble,
and the way they lead me back
to what matters most.
Because sometimes,
God doesn’t answer prayers with words.
Sometimes,
He answers them
with four legs,
a gentle soul,
and a love that carries you
when your heart is tired.
And God knew
mine needed that kind of love.
Do you understand this feeling?
