I was 13-years-old and horse-crazy.
The fact that we lived in a suburban house with a small backyard didn’t dissuade me from asking my dad if we could buy a horse.
“Because you just don’t buy a horse. You also have to find a place to board the horse. Not to mention food and veterinary costs.”
End of subject.
Decades later, two horses graze on my rural property. I stand beside the black horse…my arm extended, hand open with an orange peace offering.
His nostrils flare when he sees the carrot. He brushes the palm of my hand with his moist, soft lips. My skin tickles; stirring memories of a young girl’s dream.
I don’t own these horses. They’re temporary guests, lodging here at the request of our neighbor. It’s a win-win. My neighbor won’t have to purchase hay. We don’t have to mow the field grass.
This gentleman’s agreement isn’t what I had in mind when I asked my father for a horse. But while I rinse dishes and watch these ambling horses from my kitchen window, I realize this is answered prayer from way back when.
Even though the answer looks different than I imagined.
“‘For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways,’ declares the Lord.” (Isaiah 55:8)
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen God answer prayers as though He were thinking outside the box.
When I was a teenager, I wanted to become a schoolteacher. Who knew I’d homeschool my children? Homeschool was a foreign concept when I was young.
I also dreamt of being a writer. Who knew my words would appear on a website Blog and online magazines? There was no internet back in the day.
The Lord knew. He had a plan.
Silly me when I think a subject is closed just because it doesn’t happen according to my time table and expectations.
My desire for a horse waned like many youthful dreams. However, the Lord has gone above and beyond to give me the desires of my heart. Mostly, He’s shown me that desiring Him above all things meets my deepest need, satisfies my greatest longing.
Even in this moment…
When my hands are buried in warm dishwater and I’m grinning because the Red horse is rubbing his neck against the Oak tree like it was a scratch post,
I’m reminded of God’s goodness. And I praise Him for unexpected gifts which sweeten mortal days.
Share a time the Lord answered your prayer in a surprising way.
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