Et tu Thursday?
Yesterday was a long one. Not because of work, or hours (although 5:45 am to midnight makes for a long day) but because it deceived me. Thursdays have a purpose. Cattle work, horse training, ranch work, selling horses, etc. Yesterday was no exception. The daily morning feeding rounds, fixing a water trough on the south end of the Bunny Heard pasture, and re-starting a group of 4-year old geldings were scheduled for the morning. The afternoon was reserved for showing some horses to a couple of prospective buyers.
Well, the scheduled-to-arrive-after-lunch prospective buyers pulled in around 10:00am. The rest of the story boils down to this – this Thursday was cooked. Shot. Wasted. Whatever.
The fact that the new crop of geldings didn’t get worked coupled with the fact that I didn’t rope that well frustrated me to no end. But the kicker was when our plan changers, who were trying a head horse decided that it wasn’t a good fit without ever heading a steer.
Now this Thursday was really a waste.
Fastforward to the early evening. Morgan was talking about a black horse that Matt Pettrus wanted to try and Dick was adding details about a horse he had with the same history.
They had both been hooked. BAD.
Now these horses spook at everything. Just taking the head rope off of the steer after a run was a major undertaking for a while. When Matt called Morgan about the black horse we call Black Magic, it went something like this.
“Hey Morgan. I’d like to come try that black horse I talked to James about, ” Matt said after the usual damn-I-wish-it-would-rain-pleasantries that everyone exchanges in South Texas.
“I tell you what. You come pick that black horse up and take him to your house and you can do whatever you want with him, ” came Dad’s reply. “You need to know what he is.”
“Well, will he go in the box?” Matt asked.
“Well, is he nervous in there?”
“Nope. He’s pretty nice in the box. Scores nice, Matt,” Morgan siad.
“Well what the hell is wrong with him?” Matt finally asked, a bit bewildered.
“You just come pick him up, ” Morgan told him.
“I will, Morgan. I always liked the looks of that horse,” Matt said.
And so it went for a while as Dick and Dad recounted stories about the horses they’ve ridden that had been hooked in the pasture. They all seemed to have that same characteristic. They trusted nothing. They thought anything, anytime could be the next thing that hooked ’em.
Earlier that afternoon, in my frustration, I quite vocally let my uncles and Dad know about my unsatisfactory opinion regarding the day. But, these stories taught me something. I can’t let one situation cause me to think that every single similar situation could be the next thing that “hooks me”. Otherwise, I’ll go through life ‘spooked’ and not being able to accomplish anything.
Think about the thick brush in your life, what may lie around the corner that your worried about and can’t see. Then stop. Stop thinking about it. ‘Cause you can’t do anything about it. Listen to Him. And plow through that brush. That’s the only way you’re ever going to get anywhere.
Today’s readings talks about Ananias. Talk about being spooked. He had to go talk to the guy who was killing all the Christians. Wow.
And since he did. We have Paul. Don’t be spooked. You may be the next instrument of His.