And a time to die . . . (Ecc. 3:2)
Thank you to each one of you who took it seriously when I asked for prayer for one of our Thoroughbreds. His name was Caleb's Land, and he was a rich dark brown which often looked black. His rear coronet bands were dusted with white, and he had a bold white star on his forehead.
He was born here. And he died here. Young at 15 years.
He got well until Monday when an episode left him very . . . badly. He died that night.
A time to mourn . . . (Ecc. 3:4b)
And we are. We loved you, Caleb.
God, you give and take away. Yet will I praise you. In the Name of Jesus.
Into the Fire 
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