Gina Caswell Kelly
Somebody just brought me a great present. It was a couple of really old beat up, faded, and cracked leather saddles. What made this such a great present was that they were saddles that belonged to my dad. I have talked about Daddy quite a bit, I know. He was a pretty good guy. Pretty easy to talk about. Daddy was a preacher all my life. But that was not nearly all he was. Daddy was a cowboy.
Daddy loved horses and cattle. He loved riding the range. He loved the outdoors. He loved looking at what all God had created. In his mind, God had done it all just for him and he surely got lots of enjoyment out of it. Daddy rode horses until he couldn’t. He had hip issues and it got to where it was just too hard for him to ride horseback. His last years of praying on his horse at the rodeos, I would have to go early and literally force his leg over for him. He was in tremendous pain but he wanted to ride and he wanted to offer God’s word to the rodeo crowd. He was a cowboy.
I came across a prayer that Daddy had written, in his own very distinctive handwriting.
“Lord, it gives us a feeling of freedom to ride, hearing the rattle of spurs and buckles. The squeaking of the leather, horses swishing through the dewy grass. It gives us a feeling that You are here.” Daddy was a cowboy.
Can’t you just hear it all? Can’t you just see that horse and that cowboy moving as one through the grass and hear those spurs and buckles? Can’t you just visualize it all? The sights, the sounds, the smells. The oneness with God.
God gives us precious gifts all day long, every single day. I am blessed to live out in the country where I get to see a beautiful sunrise and a beautiful sunset each day, with nothing blocking my view. I am blessed to live in the middle of the country where I can hear the sprinkler systems running. I can hear cattle mooing. I can hear the coyotes yipping. All gifts from God. The coyote is a little iffy, but still the sounds are amazing!
We have to start opening our eyes. We are living in what is a pretty dark time in our country, if we don’t keep our eyes open to the blessings around us. God is blessing you right this minute. Look around you. What are the blessings you see right now? It doesn’t have to look dark to you! God is giving you light if you will just look.
They are just a couple of old dusty saddles that need lots of work to shine again, but those dusty saddles represent God’s blessings to me. The blessings of the world around me and the blessing of a daddy who taught me to love God and all His creations. Daddy was a cowboy.
Keep your eyes wide open and look for the greatness of God in your life every day. It will make a difference!