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!"
Remember me?
Posted 03-22-2018 at 06:06 PM by hunterseat
There's a great song called Remember Me and it's a reminder to remember the Lord when we see things like sunsets and children. And it reminds me of the Lord's supper, designed to prompt memories of Jesus' sacrifice. Wonder why we need reminding...
How do you want to be remembered? (What do you want on your tombstone?) Because when it's all said and done, most of us will not be remembered. Our legacy (unless we're inventors or someone who has made some earth shattering contribution to the world, good or bad) is our progeny. Our genes will live on forever, should we choose to procreate, and fewer of us do these days.
I want my kids to love me and remember me fondly. I hope to get a book or two published and maybe they'll be someone's favorite. Maybe they'll prompt young readers to put down on paper the adventures of their imaginations.
You know what I realized? Now don't take this the wrong way but I'm forgettable. That's right, people don't remember me. And it's kind of cool. Let me explain if I can make sense of it. I remember so many details of my past - details of the lives of others. I can remember the description written by a friend in an English paper of a mirror in her bedroom - that was probably grade school. I can remember words spoken to me by others a long time ago. But it's the people I remember. I love people. Love watching them, love listening to them, love learning about them, love being around them, making them laugh, helping them with problems. And when we part ways, they don't remember me but I remember them. But I always feel like I've helped them in some way, like I've been a positive influence even if it was to brighten a moment of their day. Yet they don't remember me.
The Bible says the meek shall inherit. The last shall be first. I think it says something when we can go through life and do anonymous things for people and be content, even happy about things, even when others don't remember us for it.
I know some remember me. I do have my friends. But I don't want to be that important to them. That seems intrusive. I want them to be happy. I'd love for them to be glad to see me, I know they are. But when I leave I don't want them to miss me. And if they forget me, that's okay, too.
There's one who will never forget me. There's no one ever who means more to him than I do. And that gives me great pleasure. And that's all that really matters.
How do you want to be remembered? (What do you want on your tombstone?) Because when it's all said and done, most of us will not be remembered. Our legacy (unless we're inventors or someone who has made some earth shattering contribution to the world, good or bad) is our progeny. Our genes will live on forever, should we choose to procreate, and fewer of us do these days.
I want my kids to love me and remember me fondly. I hope to get a book or two published and maybe they'll be someone's favorite. Maybe they'll prompt young readers to put down on paper the adventures of their imaginations.
You know what I realized? Now don't take this the wrong way but I'm forgettable. That's right, people don't remember me. And it's kind of cool. Let me explain if I can make sense of it. I remember so many details of my past - details of the lives of others. I can remember the description written by a friend in an English paper of a mirror in her bedroom - that was probably grade school. I can remember words spoken to me by others a long time ago. But it's the people I remember. I love people. Love watching them, love listening to them, love learning about them, love being around them, making them laugh, helping them with problems. And when we part ways, they don't remember me but I remember them. But I always feel like I've helped them in some way, like I've been a positive influence even if it was to brighten a moment of their day. Yet they don't remember me.
The Bible says the meek shall inherit. The last shall be first. I think it says something when we can go through life and do anonymous things for people and be content, even happy about things, even when others don't remember us for it.
I know some remember me. I do have my friends. But I don't want to be that important to them. That seems intrusive. I want them to be happy. I'd love for them to be glad to see me, I know they are. But when I leave I don't want them to miss me. And if they forget me, that's okay, too.
There's one who will never forget me. There's no one ever who means more to him than I do. And that gives me great pleasure. And that's all that really matters.
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Great stuff once again, HS. And so true. God is good all the time.
Only a little more than two months before National Doughnut Day.Posted 03-22-2018 at 07:01 PM by case44
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Thanks Case!!!
You're always encouraging. Sometimes you're the reason I post!Posted 03-23-2018 at 08:16 PM by hunterseat 
