What does the you "best life" look like?
It was a simple question, in a not-so-simple bible study. Four women baring their souls to God and each other. The question was simple.
My reply was - spiritually, or physically? I was told not to separate them. Ugh ... it's so easy to do.
I knew my "best life" would involve horses. I begin to share that I had attended a barrel race the day before .. just to watch .. and it took me almost an hour to quit crying. Oh, I wasn't bawling, but the tears were there. I was breathing horses. There were people, horses, saddles, dirt, loud speakers, horse trailers, noise and competition.
But where was I? Outside, looking in.
Well, because it takes money to compete, and have good horses, and trucks and trailers, and and and ....
The question was: If money were no object, where would you be?
The answer was there. Staring me in the face. I would be in there .. in the horse world. I would be IN that atmosphere, not just someone sitting in the stands watching.
That should be me. And I cried some more.
But there it was in front of me .. a picture of the life that I've let slip through my hands. I am NOT content with my horse being a pasture ornament, in someone ELSES pasture. I am NOT content with riding several times a year.
There is a "best" for my life. A passion that is God-breathed into my soul ... and I have to get back.
This is the start of my journey.