It is a brand spankin’ New Year! 2017. Wow!
The sad part of every new year for me is knowing that my animals age so much faster than I do. So, it is important to revel in the simple joys of each day and to remember how lucky we are to have such loyal and loving fuzzy faces in our lives – for however long.
With that thought, I bring to you A Horse’s Prayer. I’m sure many of you have read this previously but I think it is nice to review every once and a while.
A HORSE’S PRAYER
A Horse’s Prayer
To thee, my Master, I offer my prayer. Feed me, water and care for me, and when the day’s work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed, and stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.
Always be kind to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and learn to love you. Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when going uphill. Never strike, beat, or kick me when I do not understand you. Watch me, and if I fail to do your bidding, see if something is not wrong with my harness or feet.
Do not check me so that I cannot have free use of my head. If you insist that I wear blinkers, so that I cannot see behind me as it was intended I should, I pray you be careful that the blinders stand well out of my eyes. Do not overload me, or hitch me where water will drip on me. Keep me well shod. Examine my teeth when I do not eat, I may have an ulcerated tooth, and that, you know, is very painful. Do not tie my head in an unnatural position, or take away my best defense against flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my tail.
I cannot tell you when I am thirsty, so give me clean, cool water often. Save me, by all means in your power from that fatal disease – the glanders. I cannot tell you in words when I am sick, so watch me, that by signs you may know my condition. Give me all possible shelter from the hot sun, and put a blanket on me, not when I am working, but when I am standing in the cold. Never put a frosty bit in my mouth, first warm it by holding it a moment in your hands.
I try to carry you and your burden without a murmur, and wait patiently for you long hours of the day or night. Without the power to choose my shoes or path, I sometimes fall on hard pavement which I have often prayed might not be of wood but of such a nature as to give me safe and sure footing. Remember that I must be ready at any moment to lose my life in your service.
And finally, oh my Master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner, to be slowly tortured and starved to death, but do thou, My Master, take my life in the kindest way, and your God will reward you here and hereafter. You will not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable.
ALSO, I WANTED TO SHARE…
Last year, a very wise friend told me to keep a “Good things that happened to me” jar. She instructed me to find a nice jar that I would like to have on my desk. Then she said to cut up strips of paper and have them readily available under or on top of the jar. The idea was that whenever a good thing happened, I was to write that good thing down on the strip of paper and put that paper in the jar.
At the end of the year, I was to open the jar and read all of my blessings from that year.
So, I did that…
Such a great idea! Here, I was today – wallowing in a few silly thoughts – when I opened my jar to reveal a plethora of wealth that I had forgotten.
You might want to try this for yourselves…
Highly recommended! ;)
Enjoy this fresh start! And remember, every single day is a fresh start. Always has been, always will be.