The aroma of horse hair overwhelmed me as I buried my face in Princess’ mane. She grasped my ponytail scrunchie with her muzzle, slid it off, and waved it triumphantly. If a horse could laugh, she was doing it. This was a deliberate move on her part to cheer me up. I would have joined her celebratory disposition, but I knew we only had days together. I was moving out of state, and she would not be travelling with us. A tear traced my cheek. I couldn’t even tell her!
“God,” I said, “What do I do? Princess needs a new home too.”
In the silence, a thought formed, She was a gift; so give her as a gift.
Memories flooded my mind. I remembered caring for Princess year after year when a neighbor vacationed. One year I teased my neighbor, saying she could have her appaloosa back, but I was keeping Princess. To my amazement, she said she’d been wanting to give me Princess but was waiting for me to ask. The benefit for her was I’d be assuming responsibility for the vet, farrier, and feed bills.
Princess had come to live with my neighbor when her previous owner, Patty, had fallen on hard times. Nonetheless, Patty would come ride her. I noticed Princess high stepped her gorgeous fox trot best for Patty.
My neighbor had moved but Patty was still in town, so knew who the Lord was referencing when He spoke into my spirit to give Princess as “a gift.” Patty’s financial situation had improved, but she did not have pasture any more than I would have at the rental house, so it made little sense to call her. But I felt I should contact her anyway. Patty arranged to have Princess pastured in an adjoining field a cattleman owned, and the preparations were made to make the transfer.
As my horse-haired angel trotted out of my world, a strange sense of gratitude overtook me. As deep as this loss was for me, I knew Patty’s heart was full. It was then that I realized Father God had planned this Giving Day from the beginning.
In reflecting on this, I wondered how Father God felt when He gave His Son Jesus. Did He draw closer, when in Gethsemane, He had to ask His Son to make the hard decision to go to Calvary’s cross? As Jesus agreed to do the will of His Father, saying, “Not what I will, but what thou wilt, (Mark 14:36b KJV)” did their hearts ache together? Did the Holy Father feel distraught as He diverted His eyes, be it ever so briefly, so His Son could bear the weight of sin? Did Father weep when Jesus said, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? (Mark 15:34 KJV)”
Friend, the purpose for all of this heartache was rooted in the ever-present love of God whose love knows no boundaries, and whose depths cannot be reached. No human can fathom this boundless love—except for Jesus. When Father God whispered to His Son in Gethsemane’s Garden that it was Giving Day, Jesus willingly chose to pay this penalty of death because His love was as rich as His Father’s. We needed this pardon for sin only the Son could pay. Jesus made sure we could have it. And now, Father God has replaced King Jesus’ crown of thorns with a jeweled crown, and those nail-pierced hands that stretched wide to pay the debt humanity could not possibly have paid, have been jeweled with crimson-colored beryl stones of glory (Song 5:14 KJV).
Meditate on John 3:16 afresh. Giving Day has been prearranged for you, my friend. It has been fervently given, prearranged from the beginning of time, because you have been and always will be deeply loved.
Thank You, God for the gift of eternal life, Your Son Jesus Christ purchased for me.
Giving Day is a true story.
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