Friday, May 31, 2013

Fear Not (From the Horse's Mouth part 1)

What are you afraid of?  What makes your heart beat faster and cause your mind to take a tale-spin into the whirlwind of worry?
These are questions I was mulling over as I was working with my horse, Noblesteed.  The sun was dancing, the air was sweet, and the trees were whispering in the wind.  As we cantered past one home, however, my horse's ears pricked sharply in alarm.  The neighbors had been doing a bit of minor construction, and the workmen were operating a loud tool that Noble had never heard before.  I recognized the sound instantly and was unconcerned, but to my was a vicious ten-headed monster sent to devour him.  Presumably, it was second only to the fire-breathing UPS truck that ravages the block on a consistent basis.  Out of instinct, I collected Noble and reminded him who was in charge.  I then took a deep breath and pushed past the spot, trying to relax and to allow my confidence to pass through my body and into his tense muscles.
So why was his reaction so strong?  Well it turns out that every part of Creation expelled from Eden is imperfect.  Horses are prey animals by nature.  They operate out of fear, survival, and flight.  To them, every new thing, whether it be a hungry lion or a stray piece of plastic garbage, has the potential to devour them.  When humans ride and train horses, they are forced to undo their very instincts, to un-write the script.  They teach horses to respond to their commands, to fight their prey tendencies, and to become molded into the image they desire.  If done correctly, a horse, which is also a herd animal, will look to you as his leader.  If you can accomplish this, then your strength becomes his strength.  Your confidence is lent to his heart, and your boldness can enable to him charge fearlessly into battle.  Historically speaking, horses are the one animal upon which human beings have been able to leap into the fray.
So what does this all have to do with an eternal perspective?  It hit me just the other day that the Lord is the world's best horseman!  As I rider, I had always been instructed that one of my primary duties as a rider was to lead my horse, to patiently conquer his fear with my confidence.  I had to overcome the world my horse feared.  Is this starting to sound familiar?  A horse's instinct tells him to run, to flee, to fear, but you say to him, "Peace.  Follow me.  Trust me.  Do not listen to your fears.  I will lead you safely home."  Without Christ, our nature is just that, the way of the coward.  We are being hunted, and our enemy, the Devil, lies in wait to devour us.  But with the spirit of the Living God inside, we may hear soft echoes of the Eternal One training us.  His still small voice whispers that He knows our fears, our terrors, our darkness, but He has conquered all.  "Peace.  Follow me.  Trust me.  Do not listen to your fears.  I will lead you safely home."  And when dangers arise, we may be tempted to lapse back into our old ways, but we have been made new.  We are the Enemy's prey no longer.  With the strength of our God coursing through our veins, we know to trust our leader, our rider.  The Lord is perfect in wisdom, matchless in strength, patient in instruction, and abounding in love.  In His name alone, can we work against our very nature, un-make what has been made, and face the Enemy without fear.
"I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world." (John 16:33)    

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Well Met

Greetings!  In the name of the King I bid thee welcome, and I invite you into the world of "Elanor and Evermind."  For those who may not know, the title is taken from two flowers created by J.R.R. Tolkien in his Lord of the Rings.  Elanor is a lovely star shaped flower growing in one of the most beautiful places in Middle Earth.  Evermind, or Simbelmyne, is a white bloom that grows on the tombs of warriors in Rohan.  It is a word picture intended to display the range of thoughts in this blog from things lovely and fair to the sad and the somber.  
As the world has slipped increasingly into the digital age, I have been informed that more and more writers are finding it helpful to begin a blog in order to organize thoughts, test new ideas, and to share their stories.  That being said, I realize that I am hopelessly naive when it comes to blogging, so I crave your indulgence with my technological shortcomings.  
I'd like to take a brief moment and introduce you to a few of the chief players in this whirlwind of words.  First and foremost I serve the Living God.  I am married to a wonderful man, here called The Captain.  I am employed part-time and therefore am both Swordmaiden of our home, The Castle, and Stablegirl at the Barn, where I work.  I care for and ride my amusing horse, Noblesteed, and look after his intellectually challenged barn-mate, Charger.  Finally, I am an aspiring writer, poet, and author of The Story.  
This blog is intended to encompass pieces of my writing, raw ideas, humorous tales, devotions, and more general comments about this adventure called life. 
"Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
Reads by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!" (J.R.R. Tolkien)

Farewell for now, until our next meeting.