Lord, as I bow my head to pray
I have just a couple things to say.
God, I just wanna thank ya for Daddy,
cuz honestly he's taught me a lot about me.
He taught me that givin up is never an option,
and don't let a horse know you're scared, even if ya have to bluff 'im.
Lord, his life teaches me a lot about mine,
and I enjoy his rodeo stories every time.
Thanks for giving him patience and laughter,
even when it takes me forever to figure something out when he's told me after and after.
So, thanks Lord for the work he does for me,
and Lord, I ask thee to help me to look to him more appreciatively.
Thanks Dad for being a good example and somebody to look up to.
Happy Father's Day to all daddies and to my daddy!
Well obviously, me and Krick have been a wee bit slow at gettin back to this blog posting stuff.
We had a sorta busy week... BUT we got to do some awesome fun cowboy work this week too! As much as I kinda like my bed in the morning, I love getting up before the sun and seeing it as it rises above the mountain tops, and better yet, seeing it rise between little, foxy, cowhorse ears. There's not too much like it. About 4 is beautiful but beauty is everywhere God is and well..the world is beautiful.
I believe cowboys and cowboy-girls have a front row seat to the creations and work of God. To see little colts stand up on lengthy, wobbly legs, watch baby black calves suckling, to ride a bridle horse that moves like silk, to be able to sit on a knoll looking out at the dust and brush and calves and momma cows and see God dabbing his rope on each and every thing, even to ride a horse that bucks like a tornado twister and understand God's touch on him..he couldn't buck so good if God didn't give him strong legs and agility. I believe God is in everything, a man just has to recognize it, even though sometimes we tend to overlook it because the bad looks so rough.
Buckaroos and buckaroogirls, life is full of God. Indulge.