I Can Do All Things Through Broncs That Try to Breaketh Me

by Kevin on February 23, 2011

“Don’t worry son,” my dad said, “I’ve got him and I won’t let anything happen.” These are the words that my dad spoke to me as I stepped into the stirrup on the sorrel bronc’s first ride. There were a million thoughts runnin’ through my mind, but the one that stands out most was the last one before the battle in the saddle began.

The first thing the bronc did was mash me in between him and my dad’s horse. I was lucky enough to have been over halfway up and the squishin’ just pushed me on up. I found my other stirrup by sheer instinct and grabbed the cotton reins in both hands.

Dad had the horse snubbed up real good and the bronc couldn’t get his head down or rare up, but he could still kick real hard. I think we ran around the pen three times sideways as we traveled on out.

Everything was going well until my horse slipped. Dad had to let go of his dally and give the horse its head before he tripped and fell on me. I shucked my stirrups to the end of my toes and tried to prepare myself if we went down. After what seemed like an eternity ridin’ a three legged moose down an icy waterfall, he found his feet–and his freedom.

The first jump put the lead rope that dad had dallied right between the bronc’s front legs. If dad snubbed him up again, we were sure to go down. I think this young horse new that and took full advantage and turned on the buck juice.

“Hang in there just a couple of jumps son!” my dad hollered. “I’ve got him on the next jump.”

“Take your time!” I yelled. “I was just sitting here waitin’ on a phone call. Don’t rush on my account!!”

When the horse jumped again, dad got the slack out from in between the bronc’s legs and reeled him in like a bass fisherman. When he had the horse snubbed up securely, he said, “Hey, what’s been goin’ on?”

“Nothin’,” I replied, “just doin’ a little knittin’ and thought about makin’ some tortillas.”

“I’ll take a dozen,” he laughed. “And a pair of socks.”

Afterward, I remember the feelings that I had before I got on. This was long before I was a cowboy livin’ for God and it wasn’t until years later that I put a name to those emotions.

I never was scared. I wasn’t worried about anything. I guess you could say that I was anxiously excited.

I knew my dad was there. No matter how rough it got, he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. Even when things didn’t go the way we had planned, I still never lost trust or hope in him. I knew everything would be fine.

This is how Christians should be with our Father in heaven. It’s fine to be anxiously excited for what God has in store for our lives, but we need not ever be scared or think that He is going to let us fall out of his sight.

If we can put so much faith in our earthly fathers, how much more faith should we have in our heavenly Father?

I know that God has been speakin’ to you. He’s asked you to step in the stirrup and that can kind of be scary. Just know, that he’s got the situation snubbed up good and tight and he will never leave you.

Step up and screw yourself down for the ride of your life.

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  • Don Coyote

    Romans 8:15
    15 The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.”

    • Kevin

      Livin’ in fear is throwin’ away God’s grace in favor of the devil’s damnation.

  • Awesome post. Thanks for this one Kevin I needed that today. 🙂

    • Kevin

      Your welcome pard, but I get more out of your stuff than you do mine. I invite everyone to get a great big blessing by going by: http://justapen.wordpress.com/

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