“Here we are”, I announced as I cautiously opened the door to the truck. Slowly stepping out I examined the horse trailer we had in tow to assure it was still attached after the very difficult trek we had just taken in search of our ranch-away-from-ranch destination. We took in the lay of the land….

The breeze gently rustled the mighty oaks, and the brilliant sunlight wafted through the solid branches and vibrant leaves, causing the shadows to dance across the two figures in the grove below…

One of my favorite times of day is sunrise. It reminds me of the fresh new start we are given to make the most of the day ahead. Unfortunately, this time of day is often slept through or hurried past….. But the gentle awakening of the sun each morning seems in stark contrast to our daily plight….

Stunning. That is the best word that comes to mind when I first set eyes on the Blue Roan I visited in West Texas. His name is “Finest of Brass”, from the lineage of Blue Valentine, Joe Hancock, all the way back to Peter McCue…. He was as majestic as the West Texas crisp sunrise surrounding him. I climbed aboard the sturdy steed…

Frightened eyes peered overtop the pair of glasses at the gentle horse standing in front of her. This young girl’s timidity shown in her posture as she was unsure if riding let alone touching this large animal was a good idea….

Read of the adventures of Butter as he learns that just because you are “bullied and basic”, God can still use you!