Okay, this is another “Brother” story, God used to teach me something with, some 50 years later.
Again, I had not started school and being from Texas it was time for me to learn how to ride a horse. Not only ride one, learn how to cut cattle on one, barrel race, and anything else a horse will do. (I was raised on a dairy.)
Now most of the time I was tied to the saddle because I could not reach the stirrups. On this occasion, my Brother decided to ride with me. In the saddle I went, with him on the back.
We rode down to the pasture and Mama and Daddy followed us in their car. After awhile, it was time to go home.
So my Brother, myself, and “Corky” strolled down the pasture to the road. Now he had taught this horse to run after he jumped the gully! (oops he forgot!) 🙂
Let me explain about this horse. He was Secretariat on a smaller scale. No horse ever beat him in our county, and he was raced every weekend. He loved to run!
He jumped that gully and all I remember are his ears pointed straight back towards me. I gripped the saddle horn with the reins in my hand, and clinched the saddle with my legs.
Oh yes, I forgot along with all of this I was screaming to the top of my lungs! 🙂
Now, all my Brother had to hold on to was a little sister who had not even started school. The only thing that saved him was the saddle flew up and he slid underneath it.
All the while he is screaming at me, “Give me the reins!/Give me the reins!”
Each time I tried I had to let go of the saddle horn, and that was not going to happen!
I remember looking back, and Mama had her head out of the window of the car, as she and Daddy were following us. She was screaming to the top of her lungs!
See we had a clothes line. Her fear was Corky would run us under the clothes line and rip our heads off!
Sure enough, that is just where he headed. One thing saved us.
She had hung sheets on it that morning and when Corky saw the sheets he came to a dead stop!
I mean that clothes line was his neck length, from my neck!
When I got off the horse, I had clenched the saddle so hard with my legs, they folded underneath me and I could not walk for about thirty minutes. 🙂 That is how tight my muscles were. Of course I was just bawling!
The other day I as reading Hebrews 12 where it says, “Let us run with patience the race that is set before us.”
I thought to myself, “I run this race on earth with anything but patience.”
Always in a hurry. Hurry to pray, hurry to get my work done, hurry to get my shopping done, just in a hurry to get all I need to done, on any given day.
Hurry for my prayers to be answered. In a hurry for God to show up at times.
I will even get myself in a hurry to go to Church, and at times when I get there, I am in a hurry for it to be over.
If I sin I am in a hurry to repent, which I guess isn’t a bad thing, but what does this actually do to me and God?
It takes away those few moments throughout the day, which I need for quietness and stillness with Him.
It takes away those restful moments at night, which I need with Him, because I am so tired, all I can do is lay there and fall asleep.
So my house and yard can be spotless, and the laundry done? So I can sit back and say, “Job well done, SR!”
I try to “run this race” on earth, as quickly as possible each and every day. Sometimes to the point of exhaustion.
Trying to make everything fit in.
The Bible tells us to run it in “patience.”
When I was thinking about the story of me and my Brother, if Corky had not of stopped, I would have been injured or dead. Brother, would have been hurt also.
Christians, we need the “patience” to quit all of this. Walk with God slowly in our lives, giving to Him the reins.
Just like my Brother, God wants them.
To slow us down, and guide our “race on earth.”
So we won’t be drug under a clothes line, get hurt, and our legs fold underneath us.
God Bless, SR