The dogs go into a furious rage of barking, Dan and I leap out of bed.
“What is that?” he asks.
“Dan, someone is banging on our door!” As a horse owner this can only mean one thing- OUR HORSES ARE OUT!
Dan I racing downstairs to be greeted by the State Police with a flood light fixed on our fields.
“We got a call, loose horses on this street, we are asking all horse farms to check and see if their horses are secure,” a boyish-looking-fresh-out-of-college officer stated in his best officer voice.
Dan ran out in the fields, our horses and ponies were all accounted for, phew!
Then my attention turned to we-have-to-get-these-loose-horses.
What got me was the officer’s description-
“One is real big and looks like a Barbie and the other horse is orange with a blue jacket.”
I tried not to laugh- he was describing the big palomino across the street and her best friend, a chestnut with a blue blanket on.
After wrestling the loose horses back into the barn, I said a silent prayer of thankfulness.
We climbed back into bed, thankful that our horses were safe, always had been.
Because we believe in the power of prayer, and the God of heaven and earth has my farm under his careful watch! THANK YOU FATHER!