12/15/2025
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I donโt think horses were ever meant to be just animals.
I think they were a gift.
Placed gently in our lives by a God who knew
exactly how much our hearts would need them.
Because God knew there would be days
when words wouldnโt be enough.
Days when prayers felt heavy.
Days when the world would move too fast
and our souls would struggle to keep up.
So He gave us horses.
He gave us a creature
strong enough to carry our weight
and gentle enough to carry our pain.
A being that doesnโt ask for explanations,
doesnโt rush healing,
doesnโt need us to be anything
other than honest.
God knew weโd need a place to breathe.
So He gave us barns.
Quiet aisles.
Early mornings and golden evenings
where the noise of the world fades
and His presence feels closer.
He gave us horses
who feel our emotions before we speak them.
Who meet our fear with patience.
Who answer our brokenness with stillness.
Who teach us trust
without ever saying a word.
There are moments with horses
that feel like prayers in themselvesโ
a warm muzzle resting against your chest,
a steady breath matching your own,
a quiet ride where the only sound
is hoofbeats and your heart finally slowing down.
And in those moments,
you realize:
this is holy ground.
God blesses us with horses
to teach us things we might never learn otherwise.
Patience.
Humility.
Gentleness.
Faith.
He teaches us that strength doesnโt have to be loud.
That power can exist alongside softness.
That healing often comes slowly,
one quiet moment at a time.
He gives us horses
to walk with us through seasonsโ
childhood dreams,
growing pains,
heartbreak,
motherhood,
loss,
and becoming.
Some horses stay for a lifetime.
Some only for a chapter.
But every one of them
leaves fingerprints on our souls.
And even when we lose them,
even when the barn feels emptier
and our hearts ache,
we still see Godโs blessing in the love we were given.
Because not everyone gets to know
a bond that deep.
A love that pure.
A connection that changes who you are forever.
I believe God knew
exactly what He was doing
when He created horses.
He knew weโd need something
that reminded us to slow down,
to listen,
to trust,
to feel.
Something that would draw us closer
to creation,
to peace,
and to Him.
So when I thank God for my blessings,
I thank Him for horsesโ
for the healing they bring,
the lessons they teach,
and the way they lead us back
to what truly matters.
Because horses arenโt just part of our lives.
They are part of Godโs grace toward usโ
a reminder that even in a loud world,
He still speaks softly.
And sometimesโฆ
He speaks through a horse.