hunterseat df: Hunter Seat Equitation is a division that is judged on the ability and the style of the rider. The riders can be judged both over fences and on the flat.
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
There's nothing too big, or too small
Posted 02-01-2017 at 09:17 AM by hunterseat
I know this sounds crazy, even to Bible-believers out there, but God helps me every morning.... in fastening my necklace.
I almost feel guilty that I wake up, drink my hot beverage of choice (tea) and get ready for work, never giving God so much as a good morning. Not until I struggle with the clasp on my necklace. That's when he and I get together as a team.
So I only think of him when I need him? Not exactly. If I'm bored driving it occurs to me to pray and then I start at one end of my office building (in my mind) and pray for every individual, every position, every department for health, success, etc. Sometimes I start at one end of the kid timeline (there are 9) and pray for every one from the oldest to the youngest and every spouse present and future and every grandkid as well. But in the morning I'm a bit too foggy for that.
I just don't think he minds me asking for help with my necklaces. It brings my mind in focus on him. And if I doubt what I'm doing, then I struggle. When I just let go (figuratively) and say "I can't do it without you" it gets done right away. There's really nothing too small and I have to keep that in mind as I work with clasps that, these days, I need reading glasses to even see. Much less manipulate behind my own neck.
The other morning I continued to struggle and it occurred to me: Go ask Jeff. I thought that was a little far-fetched since, by his own admission, he has hands like meat hooks. Voila. He got it in no time. Did that mean God wasn't going to help me? I took it to mean that God was using Jeff to help me. hmmm....
Maybe it's like that guy sitting on a roof in a flood who kept refusing help because God was going to save him. A row boat, motor boat and helicopter all came and went. When he drowned and met God in heaven he asked why God didn't save him. God answered "I sent two boats and a helicopter!"
Sometimes we have to allow ourselves to be helped by others which, in turn, allows others to be used of God.
Which brings me to my commute home last night. Snow fell, traffic backed up and my navigator took me along the back roads. My half hour drive took an hour but I was okay, only sliding a couple of times. It was not until I approached my own road that I began to worry. We have hills that I've gotten my little southern backside stuck on before. Worrying seemed counterproductive so I prayed. That wasn't quite right because God already knew my dilemma and to prove I trusted him I began to sing. I went through two partially hummed renditions of How Great Thou Art and a rousing version of I'll Fly Away (a family staple around Grandma's kitchen table). The wooded neighborhood roads were bad but, as I drew closer, I just sang louder.
As I rounded the bend and turned onto my street (the one with the hills), tail lights were disappearing down the first hill. A snow plow. The only one I saw working in my town and it was plowing my street just ahead of my approach. I can't tell you how glad that made me - well, I can but it would be hard to understand the joy without feeling it yourself.
Thank God for the snow plow truck and driver! And I did. 
I almost feel guilty that I wake up, drink my hot beverage of choice (tea) and get ready for work, never giving God so much as a good morning. Not until I struggle with the clasp on my necklace. That's when he and I get together as a team.
So I only think of him when I need him? Not exactly. If I'm bored driving it occurs to me to pray and then I start at one end of my office building (in my mind) and pray for every individual, every position, every department for health, success, etc. Sometimes I start at one end of the kid timeline (there are 9) and pray for every one from the oldest to the youngest and every spouse present and future and every grandkid as well. But in the morning I'm a bit too foggy for that.
I just don't think he minds me asking for help with my necklaces. It brings my mind in focus on him. And if I doubt what I'm doing, then I struggle. When I just let go (figuratively) and say "I can't do it without you" it gets done right away. There's really nothing too small and I have to keep that in mind as I work with clasps that, these days, I need reading glasses to even see. Much less manipulate behind my own neck.
The other morning I continued to struggle and it occurred to me: Go ask Jeff. I thought that was a little far-fetched since, by his own admission, he has hands like meat hooks.
Voila. He got it in no time. Did that mean God wasn't going to help me? I took it to mean that God was using Jeff to help me. hmmm....Maybe it's like that guy sitting on a roof in a flood who kept refusing help because God was going to save him. A row boat, motor boat and helicopter all came and went. When he drowned and met God in heaven he asked why God didn't save him. God answered "I sent two boats and a helicopter!"
Sometimes we have to allow ourselves to be helped by others which, in turn, allows others to be used of God.
Which brings me to my commute home last night. Snow fell, traffic backed up and my navigator took me along the back roads. My half hour drive took an hour but I was okay, only sliding a couple of times. It was not until I approached my own road that I began to worry. We have hills that I've gotten my little southern backside stuck on before. Worrying seemed counterproductive so I prayed. That wasn't quite right because God already knew my dilemma and to prove I trusted him I began to sing. I went through two partially hummed renditions of How Great Thou Art and a rousing version of I'll Fly Away (a family staple around Grandma's kitchen table). The wooded neighborhood roads were bad but, as I drew closer, I just sang louder.
As I rounded the bend and turned onto my street (the one with the hills), tail lights were disappearing down the first hill. A snow plow. The only one I saw working in my town and it was plowing my street just ahead of my approach. I can't tell you how glad that made me - well, I can but it would be hard to understand the joy without feeling it yourself.
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