Hi Friends,
I'm busy planning new adventures for at-risk kids at Wonder Wood Ranch for 2018. And as I do so, I remember this story from one of our previous events. Sometimes I wander off into poisonous thoughts, poisonous actions ... I stray from God's path. This story reminds me to walk with God. Perhaps it will help you too ...
A STORY FROM THE RANCH
I
put my hands on my hips and looked out at the sea of grinning-kid faces sitting
on the stacks of hay before me. Nearly thirty big, wide smiles met my gaze. I
grinned back. A few van-loads of kids had come from the local low-income
apartments to spend the afternoon riding, grooming, and experiencing horse-life
for the first time.
“Who’s been on a horse before?” I
asked.
Three hands raised.
My smile grew. It was going to be an
interesting day.
My daughters brought our horses from
their pens as I reviewed basic safety tips. After the horses were saddled and
ready, I pointed toward the narrow trail that winds through the trees around
our property. “Okay, this is the important part. When it’s your turn, stay on
the trail!”
A boy raised his hand in the back of
the group. “Why?”
“If you don’t, guess what will get
you?”
“Wolves?”
“Zombies?”
“Monsters?”
“Snakes?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Worse! Poison
oak!”
“Oooooh.” Their eyes widened.
A tiny girl tugged on the edge of my
shirt. “What’s poison oak?”
I squatted beside her. “It’s a plant
that looks like other plants, but it’s not like other plants at all. See all
those nice red and green leaves growing on either side of the path?”
She nodded.
“That’s poison oak. It looks pretty,
but if you rub against it you’ll get a nasty red, itchy rash. It’s awful.”
She wrinkled up her nose. “I don’t
want that.”
“Nobody wants that. That’s why we
stay on the path.”
In the hours that followed, I led a
string of horses around and around the trail. Two loops around, and kids would
dismount to allow the next group to ride. Each time, we talked about poison
oak. Each time, the kids kept their horses on the path. Until about two hours
in.
I heard a yelp behind me. “Help!
Smokey’s going off the trail!” Sure enough, the gelding had spotted a patch of
green and was heading right toward it. I ran back and grabbed his bridle, just
as he reach a bush of shiny, poison leaves. I hauled him back to the safe path
and walked beside him until he stayed the course.
Two rounds later, I heard another
yelp. This time, Valentine headed off the path, back toward the barn. After two
and a half hours, she was tired. She wanted to be done. done. We brought her
back to her spot and encouraged her to keep walking.
Later that night as I thought back
to the adventures of the day, I was reminded that we can stay out of the
poisonous places in life if we just let God lead us on the proper path, let him
dictate the boundaries and where we ought to walk. We must stay on the path God
has for us. Otherwise, poison thoughts, poison actions, poison problems will
rub up against us to make ugly, itchy rashes on our relationships, our work,
and our witness.
Sometimes there are green and red,
shiny leaves tempting us off the path. They look pretty. We want to take a
closer look. But they’re poison.
Sometimes, like Smokey, we get
hungry for things that are not for us and we veer off course. When that
happens, it’s good to have God and wise friends to bring us back to the trail.
And it’s good to allow them to walk beside us to help us stay the course.
Sometimes, like Valentine, we just
get tired and want to take a shortcut back to the barn. We want to be done. In
those times, God says to us, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the
proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” (Galatians 6:9, NIV)
As I sat, soaking my feet that
night, I thought about the joy we find when we trust God to lead us where we
need to go. The path may be long, we may get tired and hungry, discouraged and
disappointed. But God knows there’s poison off the path. He says to us, “...ask
where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.”
(Jeremiah 6:16, NIV)
Rest, not rashes. And maybe a good,
epson salt soak for feet sore from the journey. That sounds good to me!
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