The horse is prepared for the day of battle,
But victory belongs to the LORD. -Proverbs 21:31
Throughout my life I have been called a horse at various times on various occasions. The first time I remember being called a horse was by my best friend’s mom. We had been playing around and I sat on Kim. Her mom yelled, “Get off my daughter, you horse.” She didn’t mean it, and she was laughing along with the rest of us, but it always stuck with me that she called me a horse. It seemed odd.
When I told my dear friend “Dylan” that I was pregnant he called me a horse in a song he wrote. He said, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make her drink.” He did mean it. I had been bombarded with the truth of the Gospel, to no avail. I did not choose to drink.
“You are as big as a horse,” a lady said to me at a function I was attending while at Mercy Ministries. I don’t know if she meant to say house, like the old saying, but she said horse very clearly. I remember the other girls staring at me in horror. I just smiled coolly and agreed with her. She was, of course, correct. I delivered my baby boy within a week of that event.
I had always seen this label as negative until I chatted to my husband about it. He listened to my sob story and remarked, “A horse is a noble animal. Work horse, horse power, horse of a different color,” he said, sounding a bit like Bubba Gump. I got what he was saying though. I have a purpose, the strength and power to do it, and it’s not going to be like any other story.
“The horse is prepared for the day of battle,” says the Word, and I was. God’s constant pursuit of me in my shame and sin, and His gentle and passionate love prepared me to place Baby Dylan for adoption. “But victory belongs to the Lord,” and it does. My life and birthmother experience are now a testimony to the wisdom, love and faithfulness of the Godhead.