Being a cowboy taught me…

by Kevin on October 13, 2011

Being a cowboy taught me….being a servant is as easy as feeding the horses, cleaning out their pens, breaking ice in the winter, and putting your comfort second in every situation.

Being a cowboy taught me….getting bucked off will teach you all sorts of life lessons.

Being a cowboy taught me….crap may smell bad, but it washes off pretty easy.

Being a cowboy taught me….never get too comfortable, something’s fixing to change.

Being a cowboy taught me….some people will call you Howdy Doody, but the smile on a child’s face when he points at you and says, “Look mom! A cowboy!” is worth it all.

Being a cowboy taught me….the greatest love you can show is putting down your own horse or dog if it’s suffering.

Being a cowboy taught me….it’s ok to cry when your horse or your dog dies.

Being a cowboy taught me….people will respect your actions more than your words.

Being a cowboy taught me….you can’t ride point and drag at the same time with any degree of effectiveness.

Being a cowboy taught me….God will not speak louder than your selfishness.

Being a cowboy taught me….suspenders are a great until there’s a #2 emergency.

Being a cowboy taught me….true grit is found right past the moment where you’ve always given up.

Being a cowboy taught me….worry is just as effective as cussin’ the weather.

Being a cowboy taught me….shutting your mouth is a skill that needs to be honed daily.

Being a cowboy taught me….learning to laugh at the simple things will help when things get difficult.

Being a cowboy taught me….when you try to please God, it’s gonna piss a bunch of people off…and that’s ok.

Being a cowboy taught me….the worst thing in the world is to not share something you like with a friend. (hint..forward this to a friend or share on your facebook page.)

What did being a cowboy or cowgirl teach you?

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  • Caprice Madison

    Being a cowboy taught me: patience…forgiveness..tolerance..

    • Kevin

      Amen Caprice!!

  • Being a cowboy taught me….watching a baby calf, horse, or puppy being born has God all over it.

    Being a cowboy taught me…..to look for the smallest try in man or beast and reward it.

    Being a cowboy taught me…..your horse don’t care if you have silver on your saddle neither does God.

    Being a cowboy taught me….some broncs are easy some are hard, but all require pateince! Tough one.

    Being a cowboy taught me….to ride a sure footed horse in a catus patch.

    Being a cowboy taught me…..not all trails lead home, and it’s the narrow rough trail that leads to God not the wide easy one.

    Being a cowboy taught me….that it does matter who your saddle partner is.

    Being a cowboy taught me….that the front porch swing is a good place to reflect on the days work, life in general and talk with God.

    • Kevin

      I’d also like to ride a sure footed butt in that cactus patch too Kevin.

  • Kandis

    bein a cowgirl taught me that with God anything can happen : )

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