First, a few photos of what I've been looking at all day:
the one on the left is a quick shot of a sliver of Medicine Creek in our 38 acre pasture.
And if you look close and know what you're looking at you can see shapes that are our barn and house.
I have a few more but I guess I ought to tell you what I've been doing today -- fixing fence and trying to get our two year old to follow me back into the pasture.
I fixed the fence where she got out, and then tried to get her back in the pasture repeatedly.
I've done a lot of walking today.
I decided to go out one more time before my husband got home from work. This time she was close to our mare and gelding. Horses are herd animals and don't like to be alone.
So I got her to follow me with a bucket (which she thought had feed in it). But when we got to the hill she stopped following because she would lose sight of the mare and gelding.
If she entered by the gate near the creek she could have been with the other horses.
But I couldn't tell her that.
Since this was my third time out in the pasture and my feet were hurting and rain was falling, I decided I'd make a gate for her where she didn't have to lose sight of the other two.
I examined the fence. You shouldn't make a gate just anywhere, especially a temporary one.
I found a place I could take the wire off temporarily and did just that. Eventually she walked through and I made that temporary gate back into fence.
As I was walking back in the rain I was thinking there had to be a spiritual application to this.
Maybe I should ask myself if I am a gate or a fence when it comes to Jesus with other people. Can they find an opening to meet Him or do I close them off from Him?
I don't know if that makes sense. I just know there's something there. My two year old filly wanted to be with the horses. She just didn't know how to get there. Maybe there are people who want to be with us who just don't know how to get there. Or maybe since God created people to be in relationship with Him that really they want that but don't know how to get there.
Well, you think about that if you feel like it. I think I'll hit the shower for I smell like bug spray and sweat and my jeans are stuck to my skin with drying rain.
By the way we also have a missing horse. Here she is (the four-legged one):