horse in a puddle
I have a friend who breaks horses. He said he is trying to train a young horse to not be afraid of water. He spent an hour this week just trying to get this horse to step into a puddle.
I have a wonderful, safe life. I work hard to keep a consistent job. I brush my teeth and shower. I have just enough social skills to maintain some friends. I do enough to get by, spiritually.
In short, I avoid puddles.
I think of the horses that carried riders into battle or helped pioneers forge onward- splashing through rivers pulling their riders. What great things would not have happened if horses were scared of water?
I can think of a few risky puddles in my pasture that I try to ignore. Would I be willing to give up the hope of getting married if God asked me to? How much money would I really give if someone needed it? Could i tell my friends the hard truth, at the risk of losing their friendship?
I could ignore these for the rest of my life and my life would probably be better for it. But my faith would wither. What do You have waiting for me on the other side of momentus rivers, God? I will never cross rivers if i don’t first look up, hold my breath and dive into some puddles.