Monday, July 6, 2009

Free Like a Rosie!

Hey Y'all!

I hope you all had a wonderful 4th of July!

I have been thinking a lot about freedom lately. Not just because of the holiday, but more so because I have recently been set free from the bondage of un-forgiveness.

As we were driving to my parents house, I was brought to a renewed awareness of just how much freedom will aggrandize (increase to the point of praise) our pastures.

For the past year or more we have passed a horse on the way to my parents house. She had a small grass less pasture...and I do mean grass less. It was dirt, stubble and fire ant hills at its best and mud at its worst. This pasture was not very big...only about a house lot size at the most. We watched in horror as the horse's health declined in that little pasture. Soon she looked like only skin and bone. Zoie said she looked more like a camel than a horse. Several times my parents reported that they had seen animal services checking on the horse. But nothing really changed for the better. There would be a load of hay brought in but it was just stuck out in the pasture. Because it was not would soon grow mold and mildew. They had an old bathtub out there for water. That is until this hungry horse, started eating the fiberglass sides off in chunks. My family often talked about this poor horse and more than once my dad had talked to the family that owned her.

My sister's husband is a large animal vet who specializes in horses. One day about a month ago my sister was visiting my mom and had to drive past this horse. She was crying when she came into the house. She told my mom to ask the people if she could buy the horse from them. My dad talked to the family and they would not sell it...but gave it to her instead!

That was about a month ago. My family gathered at my sister's house on a Sunday a little over a week ago. As we drove down her long driveway with horse pastures on each side, we tried to pick out "Rosie." After all the hugs and greetings when we got there, I asked Amy about the horse. She grinned as I followed her out onto her porch. She walked to the end and whistled a loud Ellie Mae Clampet type whistle. Up from below a ridge came two horses. Both were beautiful! Both excited to hear the whistle, because they knew that something wonderful was in store from them from the whistler. Zoie and Amy walked down to the pasture fence and fed them carrot treats. Rosie's coat was shiny, she had filled out considerably and she was happy. She nuzzled Amy with love and gratitude as if she knew that this was the master who had been the one to save her and set her free. I believe she does truly know!

Driving past that once small pasture where Rosie had been bound to die of starvation, where she did not have room to run, was alone and unloved, where she had eaten dirt and a bathtub to survive, I realized that I too had been Rosie. Trapped in a too small pasture bound by un-forgiveness, starving my self of the trust and fellowship I often craved. Settling for dirt instead of the true food of freedom. Allowing the enemy to sting me like fire ants as I sought and scrounged for anything to sustain me. I too needed a rescuer a new master.

Thank you Jesus for rescuing me. Thank you for sending me to broader pasture, enough food and being a master who loves, cares and even gives me treats!

This week I will share the own "Rosie" story. Only be preparred it is anything but rosey!

I am free like a horse named Rosie!


skoots1mom said...

we have to come to the foot of the cross to be fed...
great analogy!!

Kristen Myers said...

Wow Pamela! I love your story!!!
And I really love YOUR story!!

Chatty Kelly said...

I loved this story! When we go to Iowa, there is a pasture like this with a couple of horses, and it always upsets my husband how it can be allowed.

So glad Rosie has a new life. Like we have a new life in Christ.

Looking forward to the rest of your story!

Regina said...

I had read this before you shared it last night at Bible study. I love this story. Like Rosie, He truly has set our feet in a spacious place (Psalm 31:7-8).
Free to run. . . free to be who He created us to be.

Love ya Pamela and I'm praying for you as you begin to share your freedom experience.

mpz3 said...

Wow, honey!
I love reading the devotions that pierce you deeply. Thank you for always being vulnerable to share these with the Father and the world. Love, Mr. I