My family has endured a sadness so great that I have just few words to explain the loss we feel today, the day after our 10-year old son’s 6-year old colt had to be put down.
This horse was born at our place very, very early one spring morning; these two little fellers sure did some growing up together. In this first image, the colt is only a couple of days old.
He lowered his head to be the same height as my son all of horsely life.
Without going into a lot of detail, basically we went to hell and back during a 9-hour timeframe on Friday.
Our clothes were muddied and bloodied.
Our bodies bruised, cut, and rubbed raw.
Our hearts broke wide, wide open.
But, because we hold tight to God and His eternal promises, all hope was not dashed; and even though we took quite a beating, hell most certainly did not win this battle. In fact, for those right with God, hell wins no battle. None. Never.
After all, Our Man is always victorious — He’s gonna whoop the enemy out behind the woodshed and cast him away for all eternity. And as the book of Revelations says, one day God, and His heavenly army, are gonna ride magnificent horses right outta yonder sky.
Now I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse. And He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war… And the armies in heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, followed Him on white horses.
(Revelations 19:11 & 14)