I rode up a hill, weaving between this tree and that bush, taking in the complexity of God’s creation. Upon arriving at the top, I pulled gently at the reins, “Whoa, boy.” Again, the breeze came and then left ever so quickly. Our life is like a vapor. Looking around at the landscape below, I began to cry, thinking of all the assumptions that are put on God, the fearlessness and sinfulness that we brought to what was once so pure!
Coming down the hill, I began to focus once again on the joy of being loved by God and being given the liberty to commune with Him in prayer. I rode around some, discovering little areas in the pasture, and then decided to come home. Leaning forward, I braced myself for a full gallop. Slowly having come to a stop, I swung myself down from the saddle and was ready to continue from the short pause in my day.
