My Wise Horse

Actually, I just wanted to experience a beautiful day in nature again. I drove to the house of my friend on the edge of a lake and in the middle of forest and meadows. He had a stable with riding horses to which he had given me free access.

I took out my favorite horse, saddled it and rode off. How I loved to gallop over meadows and through the forest, to let the wind blow through my hair and to fill my lungs with the spicy country air.

Sometimes we were at a walk, sometimes at a trot and sometimes at a wonderful gallop.

As I rode through the trees of the forest, I suddenly saw it in front of me: a wonderful meadow stretched out perfectly flat. Immediately I thought: Super, there I can let it rush in the gallop greatly.

A small slope went down to the meadow, which looked lush green and inviting. I steered my horse there, but it refused to go any further. I noticed how it snorted and trembled and did not want to go to that meadow. I talked to it well and steered it back to the embankment but my horse just wouldn’t and didn’t want to go down there.

Somehow I was irritated and got angry, “why didn’t that stupid horse want to gallop across that beautiful meadow?” I decided to impose my will and forcefully drove the horse over the embankment into the meadow.

After just the first jump into the meadow, I realized with shock why my horse didn’t want to go in there: IT WAS A SWAMP!

Immediately we began to sink, I called for help, but far and wide no one was to be seen or heard. The horse snorting, tried to work its way out of the swamp, but we sank much faster because of it, already my shoes were in the swamp – I sent a push prayer to heaven: “God help!!!” and tried to calm the horse with words, even if my own heart was almost bursting from tension!

Then suddenly – like an answer from heaven the horse seemed to have hit a rock with her hindquarters and made a tremendous leap that almost threw me out of the saddle, but brought us to the edge of the meadow, to the embankment. With one more jump, the horse had us out of harm’s way!

Trembling and dripping from the mire and the sweat of exertion, the mare now stood by the forest path. I dismounted and patted her on the neck and head, thanking her and also apologizing for not listening to her instincts and putting us in danger.

“Thank you God!” rose from my heart.

Later at the barn, I lovingly cleaned my horse and led her to her place. I knew she had saved both of our lives!