Horse Sense

I hadn't been on a horse in years. But here I was, on a mountain trail in Colorado, following the lead of my cowboy brother-in-law, and feeling quite pleased with myself. My horse was very nice to me; she even made me believe I was doing the leading.

The sky was so big and so blue that it took your breath away. The mountain air was fresh and clean. The trail was winding and sometimes steep and rocky, which made me cling a little tighter and trust a little deeper. Every turn we took was sermon material, for sure.

Up, up, up we climbed until we finally reached our destination. The scene before me was spectacular. We were at the edge of a grassy meadow that stretched for miles and miles, with mountain ridges surrounding us. Earl and Gary took advantage of the wide open space to gallop their horses. I chose to sit and watch. It truly was an awesome, panoramic picture of God's majesty.

As Earl trotted back to the group, he rode a little behind me and said, "Just look at that view!" I turned my neck to look, and said, "I can't see it, my neck is too stiff to turn that far."

"Marla..." Earl said, not quite believing I could be that dim witted, "Just turn your horse around!"

Hmmm...it must have been the altitude.