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The Pony

On one of my walks around the Hyatt, I took the road less-traveled and headed out to the stables.  I guess during the recent recession mixed with drought in New Mexico, a lot of horses were abandoned.  The Hyatt decided to start a rehabilitation program with those horses, and when they are ready to go (mentally and physically healthy again), the resort lets people rent them for rides in the beautiful Sandia desert.

I always feel badly that I don't know or understand horses very well.  For instance, when I walked up to the stables and found the horses outside, I didn't know if I should try and pet them or not.  They're just such big animals.  But I watched them just for a minute (I was out trying to get my miles in), and I noticed one pony that was different from all the rest.



If you'll notice, this horse doesn't just have blinders on, but he has his eyes completely covered.  And while all the horses were slowly moving around the area, looking for new shoots of grass, and interacting with each other, he was just standing there.  He didn't move a single muscle.

Being all introspective because I was feeling close to Heavenly Father, I wondered what I could learn from this pony.

Damaged goods.  We're all damaged goods in someway.  Either our parents sucked, or we were teased as children, or we have been overlooked for jobs.  Just like the horses.  I mean, who would leave behind a horse when the chips are down?  It seems cruel to me.  And obviously the horses weren't treated well anyway because they come with problems.  And sometimes Heavenly Father closes our eyes and won't allow us to see "what's around the river bend".  We can't see the recovery that is coming, but instead, we have to stand there and just trust that what we are going through is for the best.

I wanted to reach out to the horse, and to tell him that it's going to be okay even if things seem really scary right now, but also, I had to trust that his trainer knew what she was doing.  Kind of like my kids.  I'd like to lead them to safety (#cages), but I have to trust that Heavenly Father knows what lessons they need to learn as well.

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