Eager high-schoolers lined the fence awaiting their horses to round the corner. They joked back and forth about who would have the "wild mustang" or the "black beauty" of the herd. Anticipating this ride all week, students were boasting about their expert riding skills. That is, all but the timid little girl on the end. The last time she rode, she landed in a dusty heap with raspberries showing through her newly ripped jeans. The joy she had once found in riding had melted away into pure fear.
I graduated from the University of Arkansas in 2012 with a degree in Agricultural Business and the fun half of an Equine Studies minor. Following graduation, I had the opportunity to spend three consecutive summers working in the horse barn at a Young Life camp in Colorado. Taking young students on trail rides all day, I discovered a new passion. Yes, horses were near and dear to me. But more than that, I had a passion for people on a heart level.
That terrified girl was trusting me to keep her safe, to ride alongside her or lead her horse on foot through the trail. Her hurting heart was exposed and I was in a position to gently pour reassurance and love over it and watch her conquer her fear. The best part would come at the end of the ride when pure joy spread across her face. "May I take this horse home with me?"