There is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing.If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell.Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the more...
There is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing.If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell.Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.As you stand and watch these two horses, you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray. When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way....Good friends are like that... you may not always see them, but you know they are always there. Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours.And remember..be kinder than necessary- everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.Live simply,Love generously,Care deeply, Speak kindly....Leave the rest to God less...
How beautiful.I had a friend when I was a young girl-her name was Jeanie.I loved her so much,we rode together for miles and miles.I used to camp in the paddock with her sometimes.She had a bung leg a...
Such a lovely story. Such a beautiful photograph. I am sorry for the loss of your friend back then. But you know,when you befriend a horse and love a horse, it's a spiritual bond, you both become one. She will always be with you. And you will always more...
Quoting: Originally posted by evenevo
How beautiful.I had a friend when I was a young girl-her name was Jeanie.I loved her so much,we rode together for miles and miles.I used to camp in the paddock with her sometimes.She had a bung leg and we wernt allowed to do the stuff with the local pony club because we didnt have the "right" gear and wern't "flash" enough. We loved doing our own thing even more.But once there was an open day and we sure did give them a run for their money,just because we could.we left them for dust.As the years past I went overseas and left her with some people to take care of.I missed her too much and came back especially to be with her but I was too late.The people told me they found her dead in the paddock a few days before I arrived.I was so sad!I wonder if I heard her bell?I often think of her and the times we shared.My Friend Jeanie!Thanks NN.
Such a lovely story. Such a beautiful photograph. I am sorry for the loss of your friend back then. But you know,when you befriend a horse and love a horse, it's a spiritual bond, you both become one. She will always be with you. And you will always be with her. That is the bell my friend. That special bell only the two of you can hear and share. xoxo less...
How beautiful.I had a friend when I was a young girl-her name was Jeanie.I loved her so much,we rode together for miles and miles.I used to camp in the paddock with her sometimes.She had a bung leg and we wernt allowed to do the stuff with the local pony club because we didnt have the "right" gear and wern't "flash" enough.
We loved doing our own thing even more.But once there was an open day and we sure did give them a run for their money,just because we could.we left them more...
How beautiful.I had a friend when I was a young girl-her name was Jeanie.I loved her so much,we rode together for miles and miles.I used to camp in the paddock with her sometimes.She had a bung leg and we wernt allowed to do the stuff with the local pony club because we didnt have the "right" gear and wern't "flash" enough.
We loved doing our own thing even more.But once there was an open day and we sure did give them a run for their money,just because we could.we left them for dust.As the years past I went overseas and left her with some people to take care of.I missed her too much and came back especially to be with her but I was too late.The people told me they found her dead in the paddock a few days before I arrived.I was so sad!I wonder if I heard her bell?I often think of her and the times we shared.My Friend Jeanie!Thanks NN. less...
That is so cool, NN You are mainly Why I ckeck BK out every day.
Hi Stillgood! awwwwww... That is very sweet of you to say. Thank you so much. Very nice to meet you. It makes me feel very touched to know that you enjoy my posts. Debbi
