Her hands move slowly down the mane, gently whispering words just for the horse to hear. Her hands are so small compared to the horse’s head. She is working the brush through tangles. I can sense her love.
I hurry her, and then I regret it.
Why is she so brave? She groans as she lifts the saddle independently. I only help with the cinch. The wind blows through the barn and I see the similarity of horse mane and girl hair.
I watch in awe as her horse bends down to allow her to get the halter off and the bit inside it’s mouth. “All ready,” she says as she swings her leg over the animal. The horse has been waiting for this moment, and the girl speaks easy words to her.
What does it mean when your children are braver than you?
They go together in one motion, and I see the muscles and the movement. My daughter at ease in a walk, in a trot, in a lope. At a run I see the rush of adrenaline in her face, the excitement in the horse’s eyes. I observe her natural seat, her easy hands, and her respect. She’s fallen before. She knows the power of this horse.
The wind blows my hair now. I’m brave too, I think giving myself a pat. Hmmm. Am I brave? Am I ready to face pain or endure danger? Am I courageous? I know the gut answer. I’ve fallen before. I know what it means to risk a bit. Do I have fear or respect for this life, this faith, this journey I am on?
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.
Jesus answered them, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Those who love their life lose it, and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me, and where I am, there will my servant be also. Whoever serves me, the Father will honor.” John 12:23-26