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All the King’s Broken Horses

I work at two barns and I love both of them. I love my coworkers, students and the horses that fill the stalls. I also have my own farm with a menagerie of animals, including nine horses. I often lay down at night and reflect on the day, wondering how in the world we made it all happen. I know that I have many shortcomings and weaknesses, in both character and physical abilities. Yet, I get to be part of this large network of people who bring the joy of horses and the love of God to so many. We certainly could not do the work we do without the horses. All of these horses come from different backgrounds, different ages, and different abilities. Using these creations of God, we are able to touch the lives of more than 200 people on any given week. 

Sometimes as instructors, barn managers, and program coordinators, we get bogged down with everything that can and does go wrong. Horses come up lame, sick, or seem unwilling to cooperate that day. Yet all of us, with all of our shortcomings and weaknesses, find a way to work with almost 50 horses and get the job done. Horses have shortcomings and weaknesses too, even anxieties. Sometimes they wake up on “the wrong side of the stall” and just don’t feel like working. They have aches and pains. As their caretakers and guardians, we must meet them where they are that day and help them fulfill their purpose. 

Doesn’t God do the same for us? Doesn’t He take us in all our brokenness and mold us into the people He wants us to be? It doesn’t matter how many times we fall apart, He always picks up the pieces with love and gets us back together again. One of my favorite things about my job is to work with a horse someone else has given up. It is exciting to find the overlooked or misunderstood traits and skills that a horse has to offer. God never gives up on us either; no matter how messed up we get. He always finds a place we can shine for His glory.

“This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: “Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message.” So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him. Then the word of the Lord came to me. He said, “Can I not do with you, Israel, as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, Israel.” – Jeremiah 18:1-6

Sharon McCullough
Riding Instructor, Stormwalker Ranch
Owner, SAM Freelance Enterprises LLC