Heavenly Horse Stories by Rebecca E. Ondov

Author:Rebecca E. Ondov
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780736966375
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers

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SNOWFLAKES

You are worthy, O Lord our God, to receive glory and honor and power. For you created all things, and they exist because you created what you pleased.

REVELATION 4:11 NLT

Thick gray clouds hung like a blanket over the canyon, blocking the snowcapped peaks from view. Although it was midday, it was as dark as it would be right before sunset. The crisp air nipped at my cheeks. It smelled like fresh snow was on its way. My saddle moaned as I snuggled down inside my winter jacket and looked ahead with a blank stare. My bay saddle horse’s hooves crunched through the snow. It was a ho-hum kind of a day. The next four hours I’d ride the 14 miles into hunting camp alone so I could get into camp ahead of the guests and have hot soup waiting for them. I yawned. The outfitting season was winding down for the year, and everything was going along smoothly. I’d ridden this trail so many times I was a tad bit bored and felt like I was on autopilot.

Czar trudged just over three miles an hour through the familiar stands of pines. We skirted the same hillsides, the only difference being that the pine boughs now sagged with snow and the rocks were hidden from view. My body swayed monotonously with each of Czar’s steps. My mind drifted. I felt gray like the clouds; not happy, not sad, just…there. I tapped the end of the reins against my chaps. Glancing at my watch I sighed. Another two hours to go. A light breeze picked up and whispered through the pines. Chunks of snow fell from the branches, creating staccato sounds through the forest.

A squirrel chattered from a branch overhead as snowflakes lazily drifted from the sky. They piled up on my shoulders and on Czar’s mane. The air was white, thick with flakes that gradually grew larger until they were the size of quarters. A light wind whirled them in circles. An enormous snowflake rushed toward my face and stuck to my eyelashes. It tickled. I giggled and with a gray woolen mitten carefully scooped it off. While cradling it close to my face, I stared at the multitude of miniature crystals stuck together to make one snowflake. And no two snowflakes are alike, I remembered. I looked at the millions of snowflakes that floated down, some clinging to branches, others falling to the ground. I tipped my head back, opened my mouth wide, and stuck out my tongue. The ice-cold crystals prickled. I smiled and swallowed.

Holding a mitten in front of me, snowflakes clustered in the wool fibers. The clouds overhead parted just a crack, and a few rays of sunshine beamed. They glittered off the flakes, and each prism radiated different colors. Some were golden, others glowed green, pink, and blue. All the colors of the rainbow are contained in one snowflake, I thought. I moved my hand and the snowflakes sparkled. That makes sense. A rainbow is nothing more than droplets of water reflecting light.

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