Into the Fire

A young girl who loved horses since she was able to talk, born in the city of Seattle, finally got to spend time with them for 3 different summertime visits at The Flying Horseshoe Ranch in Teanaway Valley, Washington. Pictured here is me with the mare "Minnie-Ha-Ha". She was a good horse, and of course I loved her. I think this was the summer after 6th grade. I got to go one more year for two weeks. That horse's name was "Friday", a bit rambunctious 4-year-old. He dumped me once, earning me a "Bite-the-Dust Club" ribbon. The first year I went I rode "Dude" who had the smoothest trot you could ever imagine. Loved my time there with my best friend and horses. Priceless! 

Father, thank you for some of the best times of my young life back then. You've always watched over me and I can never thank you enough for all of it. So grateful. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.