Sunday, May 1, 2016

Who Keeps His Oath

Psalm 15:1 "Lord who may dwell in your sanctuary, who may live on your holy hill? He...who keeps his oath, even when it hurts."

"Keeps his oath"--not as common in our world today. Today it is just changing your mind when you go back on your word.

This reminded me of a time in my life when my Dad kept his oath even when it hurt. We were living in a small house that I grew up in on Tant Road and we had outgrown it. 


Two bedrooms and one bath. Susan and I shared a room and she kept breathing my air and I was bossy to her!


When Dad heard about a man at our church selling his house in Bartlett we looked at the house and decided it was the one for us. Dad and the man made a verbal agreement that we would buy it for a certain price. 

Dad then went home and put our house up for sale. It sold quickly and the buyer and Dad made a verbal agreement until the paperwork could be drawn up. Later we received word from the man we were buying from that he had started looking at houses in Nashville where he was moving and the cost of living was higher. He would have to go up on his asking price even though he had agreed on the original price. 

Dad had a choice. He could go back on his word or we would have to move out in a few weeks. Dad wouldn't "change his mind" even though it hurt. We frantically started looking at apartments, rentals, and houses. Finally a man at Dad's work had a rental house across town that we could move into. 

Although this rental house had old dirty carpet and had been a house with several cats living in it, we started cleaning and using several bottles of Lysol and moved in. We lived there close to a year until we found a house we could afford in Bartlett.

Lesson learned--a man taught his family that his word was his oath and he made a commitment to keep it. I remembered it 50 years later.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Big Hill Pond



What a horse day!! Two of my good friends and I trailered 1 & 1/2 hour away to a state park called Big Hill Pond. Now who would name a park that? Didn't take us long to find out. We found the "pond" (my lake must be a puddle) and definitely found the big hills.
I had wanted to take Shiloh, my big gelding, but he had a swelling I was concerned about so I took my old faithful, Gracie. She did wonderfully. 
I had to laugh when I saw this picture. Here we are smiling and all is right with the world and these two mares are fussing. 
See the ears back (on the horse not me). They are still not talking. Now is the snippy stage. "No, I'm fine."

But the park is beautiful. Tall hills but not scary. You ride high above the lake/pond. 
We had a few u-turns. "Maybe this is the trail no, maybe that is." Sorry, but I believe a man marked these trails. Women would have had "turn here" signs to help each other. Men probably said, "they will figure it out." But we didn't care. Just laughed because we were on a horse and it was a beautiful, blue sky day.
Beautiful stream where the horses could have a drink.
I love these girls and enjoy riding with them so much. We have solved a lot of problems with good listening and promises of prayer. 
To have good horses that we love, to eat lunch on a log in the woods with good friends--I am so blessed and thankful. 

Sunday, February 21, 2016

An Almost Disaster

Sometimes a planned trail ride with friends is an uneventful good memory, sometimes a great ride, and then sometimes a great ride with an almost disaster. I had that ride this week. 

I trailered with two of my friends from our country setting to a park in Memphis. That in itself doesn't make sense. But it is a wooded trail along the Wolf River and somewhere different to ride. It is shared with bicycles and hikers and that always make things interesting. But the trails aren't marked well and we had trouble figuring out which trails we could be on. The sign that said we would have a court date if found on wrong trail was not comforting. 

It ended up being a great ride up and down ditches and we managed to make only one man hiker mad. He gave us "the look" because he had to turn his Fitbit off and let us by. I wanted to tell him "the look" really didn't bother women out riding. We just smiled and went on. 

Our almost disaster came when we came upon a narrow wood bridge with no side rails. I wasn't sure it was made for horses and was about 20 feet over a ditch. The biggest problem is there was a long dead tree propped over it and held up by a tree on the other side. 

It looked like enough room to duck under on one side. The first rider on a smaller horse did this and almost scraped her back but made it under. I decided to lead mine. I got off and was able to walk under it. The third rider then tried to lead her horse across but her saddle horn caught the tree and brought the tree down on the horse's neck. 

Now they are still on the bridge and she was trying to help the horse but the horse kept coming and the tree was then resting on her neck. She was able to get her off the bridge and then was holding the tree by her arms and resting it on her helmet. I ran to hold it up also but it was too heavy. The third rider jumped off and came.

What happened next was a sweet moment to me that I won't forget.  I cried out, "Lord help us" at the same time that my friend cried out, "God, help us." 

At that moment we were able to lift the tree up enough for her to pull the horse's head to her and then we couldn't hold it and the tree fell to the ground. Such a scary moment that seemed to last forever. Both the rider and horse are a little sore but seem ok. 

I remember it as a bad scary moment but also God's deliverance. We were able to go on and finish a good ride.

"Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distress." Psalm 107:6

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Shiloh- My New Ride



Gracie will always be my number one horse. She is fifteen and should have plenty of years left or at least as long as my riding years are left. But she was off for a year that I couldn't ride her because she was lame. She is in great shape now  but I still decided I needed a back up horse. I think I have found it in a eight year gelding I named Shiloh.



Thursday, January 28, 2016

He Stilled the Storm

Psalms 107:24 
They saw the works of the Lord, his wonderful deeds in the deep. For he spoke and stirred up a tempest that lifted high the waves. They mounted up to the heavens and went down to the depths; 

in their peril their courage melted away… 

they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. 

He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.
 They were glad when it grew calm, 

and he guided them to their desired haven. 

Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for mankind.

James 1:1 says to count it pure joy when we go through a trial.Then in James1:2-8 he uses the metaphor of a stormy sea and says we will encounter storms in this life, and without faith we will be "like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind."

Storms are a part of Christian life. I can pray for Him to calm the waves but also must be  faithful in the storm. Remember Jesus' words in Mark 4 in the midst of a storm
Peace, Be Still.