The Phoenix
Every heart deserves to be revived.
Last Saturday I had the privilege of visiting Phoenix Farms in Hugo/White Bear Lake. The purpose: to meet the multitude of horses that are in transition. These sweet hearts are in between homes for a variety of reasons: he was a racer and got injured, her owner died and no one else in the family had the capacity to care for her, his owner could no longer care for him. I met Gabe, Tilly, Dasher and so many other equine hearts. To bring just one home in the future will be not a decision I can make, but one the good Lord will need to make for me. If I could have fit one in the back of my Subaru that day, I would have one now. But right now I wait as I go through the steps to be vetted to adopt/foster these beautiful spirits.
In the Horse Club that I run after school, the group shared why we love horses. One friend shared she loved horses because they are cute (yes), another shared she loved horses because they are fun (yes), and a few others agreed that they like horses because you can ride them (yes). I agree with all of these sentiments for sure, but my love for horses runs deep in me for a reason deep in them: the horse’s heart. It is pure. It can’t fake feelings. It is honest. It will tell you how it is. There are no games. The horse with its heart will give everything it can. In my book, the equine heart is a beautiful gift from God. And like all of us, these hearts deserve to be restored and revived. When a horse is bred for a certain purpose and can no longer perform, they don’t deserve to be rejected. There needs to be mercy and grace…just like the mercy and grace offered to us from heaven above. Thank you Phoenix farms, for being the bridge to that gap. And I pray so many of your beautiful equines will find their way to Seven Hills to rise up again from the ashes.
