Thoughts

You know, most people say you need to go to church to feel the presence of God, but honestly, the only times I've felt Him in a church is at the Wesleyan Church Wes and I attend. Guess it matters on the people.

No, the places I've felt Him the most were when Sonnie and I would go racing down the side of the road with my arms in the air as his raw power surged under me as we lost ourselves celebrating our freedom. At other times, I would feel Him when I ran away to hide in the quiet stillness of the barn where a warm shoulder was always waiting for me. In those moments, I could feel God, perhaps more closely than anyone ever has. Who am I to know, but I can say for sure, that His arm was always around me when I'd cry, and I could feel Him soar with me in the height of my happiness. I could always feel Him. My horse time was also my prayer time, to me, that old barn is the best church I've been to. Nothing fake there, nobody pretending. Just God and I and the angels He sent to be with me.

What can I say, I still feel His presence everyday, still feel His arms around me when I cry, and feel Him sharing in the happiness He's given me. Guess I just miss having a place to escape to when things get a little tough. I don't have my partner in crime with me to help me outrun trouble and celebrate in my joy with, that old familiar feeling that you get from an old friend.

Guess I'm missing my horses, missing home. I want so badly to be there to help my family through this dark time, but being 2,765 miles away makes that neigh on impossible. I know that the Lord will be there to guide and comfort them. I pray they feel His presence there as strongly as I always have.