When I was a young child, we had a Shetland pony. Her name was Kewpie. When Kewpie died, it was a very sad day, but children are resilient and life moved on.
When I was around 14 years of age, I went to a movie about a girl that became a jockey and rode her horse to win the race. I believe it was called “National Velvet.”
This was very appealing to me, and I began to beg for a horse. There was no way that my parents could have afforded a race horse, but they tried to appease me with a small built work horse that had been broken to ride, so that I could at least ride. The horse was with foal when we purchased her, and had been bred to a circus horse with a pedigree. I was encouraged by the seller to believe that this colt could be the answer to my dreams.
I had visions of the foal being a horse that I could ride and race. When this colt was born, it was a beautiful spotted foal, and was a natural single-footer.
We had paid $50 for the mother, and within a week after the colt was born, the man who sold her to us came to see the colt. He offered me $100.00 for the colt.
There was no way that I would sell that colt, and I dreamed of riding it, showing it, maybe racing it, when it was mature.
I had gone to a few horse races with my Dad at a little fair close by. Very few of these that raced were tattooed horses. My Dad never gambled on horses, he just enjoyed a good race.
Well, all of my dreams and plans came to an abrupt end one night. We had a bad storm, and my horse and her colt were standing in the shelter of the corn crib when the lightning struck close, and a huge blast of thunder frightened the horses. The colt had apparently found a broken slat in the corn crib and was nibbling on corn when the lightning struck. His halter got stuck on the broken slat, and he ripped a large strip off of the corncrib. It caught in the halter, and when he ran through the shed door, it hit the door, twisted the halter tight, and chocked the colt to death.
My parents knew how wrapped up I was in visions of riding that colt, and I was allowed to miss school that day as I grieved over that colt. I think my Dad grieved almost as much as I. Up to that point in my life, I had never had such a devastating loss, and I took it very hard.
As I have matured, and look back on the infatuation I had; I know that God does all things well. I am nearly certain that I would have allowed that horse to come between me and the Lord. Most horse activities are held on the Lord’s Day, and I am certain that I would have stubbornly followed my dreams in place of God’s plans.
Today, I thank Him from the bottom of my heart, that He removed that temptation from me, and led me in better paths.
Yes, I truly believe that the death of that colt was a blessing in disguise.
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