My favourite thing to do in the world is ride my horse.
The field lies out ahead of us like a runway. I can feel her muscles bunching under her speckled, white fur as she prances in anticipation. I hold her back, just for a moment, and lean forward slightly. Her ears swivel waiting for my cue. In one fluid motion I let the reins go slack and say, “let’s go!” She springs into full gallop, her body full of energy. She stretches out under me – eating up the ground in swift, strong strides. The herd of horses on the other side of the fence starts to gallop with us, whinnying in delight. My mare surges faster, thrilled at the speed. I know the end of the field is coming up shortly so I start to slow her down, but as the other horses get closer my horse tosses her head, asking for one last stretch of her legs. So I let her go. With one final thrust of her body we fly out faster in front of them, I laugh and get lost in the thudding hooves and flying mane. It lasts only about ten short seconds when I look up and see the fence standing only a few strides away. I don’t have time to do anything but sit back as she slides to a stop – the barbed wire fence. I can’t help but forget sometimes that I can’t ride to the ends of the earth or gallop off into the sunset. I wish. I’m fortunate that my horse has two eyes, and sense enough to know when to stop. Otherwise, lets just say I’d need a few stitches and a tetanus shot, hopefully that’s all I would need. As we turn and ride away from it I can’t help but feel foolish, why wasn’t I paying attention? Sure I new it was there, but I guess I got distracted. Sometimes things just happen like that. The barbed wire fence stretches out across the field like a menacing barrier. It’s coated in rust, and in some places it cuts into the trunks of trees, forcing the plant to grow over top of the wire. It cannot be jumped with a horse and if you tried the chances of making it over would be extremely slim, and they know it. If you’ve lived on a farm all your life, you would have learned from a young age that barbed wire must always be respected – no matter what. You wouldn’t want to put yourself or your horse in danger.
Isn’t life like that too, though?
Distractions come in every way possible. Sometimes when we get distracted we loose the sight of the possible danger that lies ahead of us. And once we keep going down that path it may be hard to reverse our actions. We may not even realize what we are doing. Distractions can also lead to temptation from the devil, and although it may seem like a good way to go, in the end it isn’t. But God won’t let us fall without being able to get back up again. He loves us so much that he makes sure we realize what we are doing wrong, and how to fix it. God cares about us to the point of his son’s death. We may start to do something, when God suddenly taps us on the shoulder and says, “What are you doing? Don’t you know that if you do that your life will change forever, and not in a good way.” He might make it apparent through the little voice at the back of your head, a scripture passage, a verse or a trusted friend or family member. Whatever God uses to let you know that you need to consider a change in you life, take it. Change how you are acting, ask God for help, pray and don’t give up hope.
The barbed wire fence is like the danger that we don’t see when we get distracted. It would be great to leap over the fence at the last minute and gallop of into the sunset. But it’s not that simple – is it? You can’t escape danger just like that. Thankfully, God gives us those little reminders. God won’t let us go. He is like the horse stopping at the last second at the fence. The reminder that brings us back to reality, saving us from destruction and despair. Thankfully God will always be there for us. He loves us so much, he makes sure we have a reminder, but whether we choose to listen is our choice – hopefully we listen and act on it.
Should you not fear me?” declares the LORD. “Should you not tremble in my presence?
I made the sand a boundary for the sea, an everlasting barrier it cannot cross.
The waves may roll, but they cannot prevail; they may roar, but they cannot cross it.