Horses on the brain...

My husband suggested that I write something for the blog...y'know, it's funny...you can think of a million things that you're going to write about when you are nowhere near the computer, but you sit down and it's like there's a giant magnet that wipes your brain clean of all data.

I have horses on the brain. For those that know me, this is nothing unusual. I have a friend who likes to use the line,"Hi, my name is Judy...I have a problem." It is very true of those of us who are truelly afflicted by the horse-bug. We make rash decisions. We do really stupid stuff. WE ARE NOT RATIONAL!! We have a problem. And if it weren't for our loving, and oft times more practical, spouses...we would have large herds of these beasties, in no time flat.

I thank the Lord every day for my husband. He doesn't understand this horse-thing...but he's very patient with me about it. It used to trouble and upset him...because he knew that getting a horse at this point was just not a possibility, but I would be looking at all these ads and saying, "Wow, look at this one!" or "Oh, I like this one! He's cute!" He now understands that I am not pining for something that I can't have right now. Oh, I would love to have a horse hanging out in our pasture right now, I won't lie about that. And I was very disappointed when, recently, there was a possibility of owning, what sounds like, a really cool mare and we had to say 'no' because of finances. I was sad but recognized that it was out of selfishness. I wanted the horse and I couldn't have her. Having her would have meant putting a financial burden on my family that we just can't handle right now.

It may be that I might not ever be able to own another horse. Maybe not ever again. Who knows? Only God. And I thank Him for giving me this wonderful man who tries so hard to understand this 'horse-thing'. Praise God that I have a man who is strong enough to tell me 'no' when I want something material that has nothing to do with the eternal life and has everything to do with self gratification.

But those of us afflicted, can't help but daydream. We can't pass up that Nickel's Worth magazine with all the classified ads...we have to see what's for sale. We can't help but look while we're on online. It's not pining--though to some it may sound like it--we just can't help but look.

We have a problem.