In Reflection ~ Please, Stand Still!

I rode Reecie for the first time!

Sandy’s ride in early November

It was November 27, 2005, a couple of weeks after Sandy’s ride.

A blustery wind and the farm owners trimming shrubs near their garage presented me with “tummy butterflies.” At first, a bit hesitant about riding, I chose to continue with my plans. Well, mine and Sandy’s … Reecie wasn’t so sure.

We did some grooming and groundwork first. Used this time to check in with Reecie and see how well she listened, responded. With Sandy’s tutelage, I’ve learned to understand the basics of Horse speak and Reecie “told” me that today would be a good day for our first ride since she listened well to all my instructions — from the ground.

I brought a borrowed (trying before buying) western saddle. It was heavier, covered more of her back, and took a different pad than Sandy’s English saddle, so I let Reecie check it out before putting it on. Then I asked Reecie to move while wearing it so she could feel it. She behaved as if she’d worn this saddle all her life. No big deal. Good thing too, because, yes, I did buy the saddle.

The mounting block, however, was a different story. Instead of standing next to it, giving me the chance to put my foot into the stirrup, she turned to face me — more than once. Now her language said, “I’m confused.”

I lined her up, stepped up on the block, she turned, she backed up, she moved sideways.

Each time, I stepped down to sort out our position.

Finally, she stood still long enough for me to step into the stirrup and swing my leg over her back.

I rode Reecie for the first time!

Yes, I was nervous.

Yes, I had trouble trying to manipulate the long lead line with the same finesse that Sandy used. No, I couldn’t quite get it right and ended up slapping myself, and Reecie, with it as I tried to flip it over her neck to change direction.

We were both unbalanced, trying to get used to this new stage of our relationship, and me trying my best to ignore the outside distractions of wind and weed eaters. But the most important thing — I rode Reecie for the first time!

Our Very First Ride Together

Thank you, Sandy, for teaching her the words, “Walk” and “Whoa.”

Thank You, God for giving me this fine little mare.

In Reflection ~

Reecie “danced” around the mounting block, moving, turning, even backing away, instead of standing still.

How many times do I find myself moving, resisting, turning away from God? Am I confused, not trusting God’s intention, not sure of what He’s asking…?

Just as I wanted Reecie to stand still at the mounting block, and trust me, trust my plans, so too God wants us to

“Be still and know that I am God,” Psalm 46:10 (NIV).


In Reflection ~ Listening

A smile spread across my face because of my excitement and anticipation…

In mid-November 2005, I arrived for another scheduled visit with Reecie, followed shortly by Sandy, who pulled a saddle and helmet out of her car.

Sandy started her under saddle!

A smile spread across my face because of my excitement and anticipation to not only use Reecie’s new black, nylon halter (with matching lead rope), but also to watch Sandy ride her.

I rushed toward the pasture. But…

Sandy stopped me and said, “be patient, keep calm, wait within the horse’s timeframe. Remember horses read moods and react accordingly.”

We sat in the pasture, watching Reecie graze, for several minutes. During this time Sandy continued to teach me, “Wait until the horse gives permission by signaling. Approaching you is the easiest to read signal, but sometimes it could be a bend in her body, the tilt of an ear, a softness in her gaze. This is the language of horses.”

Following Sandy’s instructions, we waited until Reecie looked toward us before I approached and haltered her.

The three of us walked up to the barn where we spent thirty minutes doing groundwork, leading Reecie through and around various obstacles, “listening” to her body language, again waiting until she gave signs that it would be safe to saddle up and ride.

Previously, Sandy had closed off the corners of the small pasture, as well as the sides and back of the barn, with orange, webbed, construction fence, creating a small riding arena. Plastic bags tied to the posts of the main fence helped keep Reecie away from the fence wires.

In Reflection —

Sandy taught me about listening to my horse in order to stay safe while enjoying my time with her. And she had placed the plastic bags to discourage Reecie from getting too close in order to keep both of them safe, and not tangled up in the fencing.

Just like the plastic bags were there to prevent Reecie from hurting herself, or her rider, God’s commandments and instructions are provided to prevent us from hurting ourselves or getting tangled up in sin. But we have to choose to listen.

“But he who listens to me shall live securely and will be at ease from the dread of evil” Proverbs 1:33 (NASB).


In Reflection ~ What are you Thinking?

“‘For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways,’ declares the Lord,” Isaiah 55:8 (NASB).

We are limited in our thinking, not knowing what comes next. But Sandy knew what she wanted to teach Reecie. She knew what reaction she expected. And this time the goals were to teach Reecie to trust us, me to know how to build on this trust, and for both of us to be patient.

On another visit with Reecie, during the early months of our relationship, I brought her up to the barn for grooming while we waited for Sandy, the trainer, to arrive for our lesson.

After brushing, I tried, unsuccessfully, to put fly repellant on Reecie. She shied away from the spray and more of it ended up in the air than actually on her. After a couple more fruitless attempts, I set the bottle down and picked up the hoof pick to clean out her hooves. I began with her left front, then left hind, and moved to do her right hind. She had her foot part way up and gave a little thrust with it. Kicking? or helping? it was hard to guess her intentions.

Reecie, what are you thinking?

After Sandy arrived, my task turned to watching her work with Reecie. Sandy moved objects around, touched Reecie with ropes, a flag, and other small items, non-threatening, but potentially scary to a horse.

Sandy, what are you thinking?

As I watched, Sandy explained her teaching methods as well as her expectations of Reecie. Along with gaining Reecie’s trust, a goal of this lesson was to provide me with knowledge to continue Reecie’s training after she became fully mine, and I took her home with me.

Sandy’s expectations were that the activity would help Reecie adjust to carrying riding tack including a blanket, saddle, and bridle, as well as a rider. And to let her know that everything that moves isn’t out to kill her. Horses have a very strong survival instinct, and to them pretty much everything must be identified or is considered deadly. There’s an old joke that says, “Horses are only afraid of two things, those that move, and those that don’t.”

Later, I reflected upon what I learned about Reecie during this visit. And I learned that I need to be patient with her when teaching new skills. Especially if it involves “scary” stuff like spray bottles. I need to be consistent when I ask her to lift her feet. I’ve already learned she does enjoy being brushed, and she’s taught me which spots she enjoys a vigorous scratching. We both need to learn how to get the flyspray on her, instead of just in the air.

During a follow up visit I discovered the little push with her right rear hoof was her way of saying, “here it is, hurry up and clean it.”

Aha! So that’s what you were thinking.

There wasn’t any threat or aggressiveness to this movement with her foot. She’s impatient when she thinks the human isn’t doing things quite right, e.g., her way. I’ve learned this in other ways over the years too.

In Reflection

How many times do I get impatient with God when I think He isn’t doing things in what I consider the right way or isn’t giving immediate answers to prayers?

God, what are You thinking?

Do I “kick out” to hurry Him along, do I move away from fearful situations, like Reecie moved away from the flyspray, or do I respond according to His expectations, the way Reecie responded to the patient instruction that Sandy offered.

We are limited in our thinking, not knowing what comes next. But Sandy knew what she wanted to teach Reecie. She knew what reaction she expected. And this time the goals were to teach Reecie to trust us, me to know how to build on this trust, and for both of us to be patient.

“‘For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways,’ declares the Lord,” Isaiah 55:8 (NASB).

Lord, thank you for reminding us that Your ways are far greater than ours. Your patience teaches us to trust You and Your instruction.

In Reflection ~ Reecie’s “New Normal”

In recent years, with the pandemic, the words “new normal” developed a negative aspect. But this is about Reecie, her early start under saddle, HER “new normal” as a riding horse.

On the November visit (see In Reflection ~ Listening) Sandy worked Reecie at a walk and trot around the arena first while Reecie was still at liberty (unsaddled and without a rider, or even a leadrope) to determine how well she was listening. The saddle, pad, and mounting block sat in the middle of the arena. Since horses are often fearful of the unknown, or the identified, this gave Reecie the opportunity to see these objects were harmless.

As they worked Sandy explained, “Some of what I’m doing is a classical training approach, but it’s mixed with a more modern style of natural horsemanship. I use this work to communicate with the horse, to get a feel for her attitude and willingness.”

As I watched her work with Reecie, she told me about her way of teaching certain words. Words like walk, trot, canter, and most importantly — whoa. Sandy explained, “These words will reinforce my leg and seat cues until she better understands them. Just as we learn her language, she needs to learn ours.”

Sandy moved Reecie to the pile of equipment (tack) and further explained, “As a riding horse, these become part of her “new normal.” Sandy placed the pad on Reecie’s back, then the saddle, while Reecie stood still, accepting her new normal. Headgear was the rope halter and long lead rope that Reecie was already accustomed to wearing while working. Bridle and bit would come much later.

Stepping onto the mounting block, it took several attempts before Sandy could get mounted. Reecie moved, walked off, or turned her hips away, all of which prevented a safe step up into the saddle. Sandy said, “Since this is all still new to her, I’m allowing her to move so she doesn’t feel trapped.”

After several tries, Reecie stood still long enough to allow Sandy to put her foot in the stirrup and settle into the saddle. Once mounted, they meandered around for a few minutes, with Sandy even allowing Reecie to graze before asking her to move on command, into a walk, then a trot, and even a few strides of canter. After bringing Reecie back down from the canter, Sandy said, “That was too uncontrolled and unbalanced.”

Another person at the barn, also watching, said, “At least she didn’t try to buck.” Sandy replied, “She did tighten her back but that felt more like she was trying to get her balance and find her feet.”

Sandy worked for a few more minutes, riding in large circles, mostly at the walk, before dismounting. After Sandy unsaddled Reecie, she turned the lead rope over to me, and I spent some time brushing her before returning her to the pasture.

In Reflection ~

Reecie’s life changed to include carrying a saddle, a rider, listening to instruction, learning new things, following commands. Her “new normal.”

When we become followers of Christ our lives change too. We listen to the instructions and follow the commands in the Scriptures. We learn new things, we support each other, we have a “new normal.”

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature, the old things passed away, behold new things have come,” 2 Corinthians 5:17 (NASB1995).

What’s in a Name?

Since my thoughts, even at work, were with Reecie and the possibility of having her with me forever, I pondered my choice of a formal name for Reecie.

I worked in the shipping department of a printing plant. My supervisor, Jeff, lived for football season. Especially college football. Specifically, the University of South Carolina Gamecocks. None of that’s really important to Reecie’s story, except for the conversation that followed one day in October of 2005.

Jeff remarked, “Carolina plays Alabama tonight.”

“Crimson Tide Alabama?” I asked.


“That’s a good name for a horse. But then people might think I’m an Alabama fan.” To set the record straight my heart for college football remains with my home state of Ohio. I’ll always be a Buckeye. I was born to it.

Since my thoughts, even at work, were with Reecie, even though I hadn’t brought her home yet, I pondered my choice of a formal name for Reecie. The rescue organization listed her as an Alabama Racking Horse, so it made sense to incorporate at least part of the Crimson Tide name. Most of her markings are splashes of white.

It clicked in my head, a formal name for her, so “Reecie” around the barn became “Crimson Splash” in the show arena. It didn’t matter to her, after all, she works for cookies. 😉 But I thought it was cool, and “A good name is to be more desired than great wealth…” Proverbs 22:1 (NASB).

In Reflection:

Several days later , my ponderings drifted to how the blood of Christ must have made a crimson splash on the ground beneath the cross. Even my horse’s name keeps me close to my Savior and Lord.

“But one of the soldiers pierced His side with a spear, and immediately blood and water came out,” John 19:34 (NASB).

Will Work for Cookies

Before arriving for my visit on a sunny October day in 2005, still during our “getting to know each other” phase of the adoption process, I had asked permission to bring Reecie in from the big pasture.

I snapped a picture while she grazed, then she came to me when I called, probably expecting treats.

She stood still while I reached up to put the halter on her head and fastened the buckle. I walked toward the barn. The rope tightened and my arm jerked because Reecie hadn’t moved. She didn’t seem to understand the concept of being led by a rope through the pasture. Or, she just didn’t want to go…. 

Step-by-step, I coaxed Reecie to come with me to the barn. When we finally arrived, a full fifteen minutes later, Margaret, the farm owner stood watching. She said, “I usually just give them cookies and let them follow me.” Just as I suspected, Reecie “will work for food.”  Looking behind me I saw the rest of the herd nearby. Naturally. The “cookie lady” showed up. 

I laid the rope over the hitching post and began to brush Reecie. Being tied to a post was part of the training Sandy hadn’t taught yet. I used a stiff brush to flick away the dirt and dust from her neck, back and hips. She seemed to prefer the softer brush on her chest, belly, and legs. My joy increased when she allowed me to pick out her hooves. When I got to her right hind hoof, she raised it for me to clean. Her intelligence in anticipating what I wanted and her willingness to comply impressed me.  

After brushing, I led her around, walking circle and figure eight patterns. Then, I watched her movement and behavior while Tony, my husband, took a turn leading her. We worked on her stopping on command, using the word “whoa”, with only light pressure on the lead rope. She understood what I asked and did not need the coaxing that was required earlier, when we left the pasture. Probably because I didn’t have any cookies out there and that’s what she learned about coming in out of the pasture. Cookies. Not lead ropes. 

After about twenty minutes of leading exercises, I brought out a saddle blanket, allowed her to smell it, rubbed it across her shoulder, and then put it up onto her back. Tony led her around while she carried the blanket without hesitation. 

As I tried to spray her with fly repellant, she backed away when she heard the spray. Instead, I sprayed a cloth and rubbed it on her. That’ll be a lesson for a later date. 

In Reflection: 

During our “playtime” I observed Reecie is friendly and enjoys the company of people, she appreciates the attention of grooming and relaxes while being brushed, she’s willing to learn, acts like she wants to understand, and seems to enjoy playful interaction. 

What would other people observe about me? Am I friendly and relaxed in their company? Do I demonstrate the same willingness to learn? Do I show the same attentiveness to others?

What about my behavior with the Lord? Do I enjoy being in His company? Do I comply with His requests, without hesitation?

Or am I just in it for the cookies? 

“. . . trying to learn what is pleasing to the Lord” Eph. 5:10 (NASB). 

Gracious Heavenly Father, please forgive me if I hesitate, stop dead in my tracks, or refuse to comply with You. Help me to be grateful for the cookies but value the time spent with You even more.

In Reflection – Meeting Reecie

Two years before I met her, Reecie’s original owner surrendered her to a rescue organization. 

Reecie lived at a foster farm several counties away from me. Over the next few months my husband and I traveled the three-hour round trip to visit her. These visits were designed to evaluate whether she and I would be a good match before I would be allowed to adopt her. 

Even though she could be led, Reecie seemed uncertain, hesitant, so I worked within her comfort level.

Reecie, at the foster farm, 2005

During each visit I brushed her and learned what kind of strokes she liked, where she was ticklish, what made her content and relaxed or fearful and upset. I saw how quickly she learned new tasks. As I cleaned her hooves, by the time I’d gotten to the last foot she had picked it up on her own and waited for me to take it in my hand. 

 It was here she received her early education as a riding horse. Sandy, the trainer, taught Reecie the basics of good ground manners and, before I could take her home, proper behavior under saddle.  

I learned that Reecie is friendly, enjoys the company of people as well as other horses, loves to be groomed and pampered, she’s patient and stands still, at least most of the time. She seems to enjoy doing games and acts like she wants to understand what’s being asked of her.  

Driving back and forth on these trips my mind would start with the self-doubt and the “What if…” questions, such as 

What if she’s too young and too green, what will I be able to do with her?  

What if my skills aren’t good enough? How hard will it be to train her? 

What if I don’t know enough? 

What if I mess up? Am I up to this task? 

 My next visit gave me some answers to those questions. Sandy walked Reecie around and through an obstacle course of playground toys, picnic table, etc. I saw how quickly Reecie learns and adapts to new situations if she trusts the person who is leading her.  

I’ll be able to do everything I teach her if she knows she can trust me. She won’t be difficult to train because she wants to please and enjoys learning. 

In Reflection:  

When I trust God as my Leader, it’s easier for me to adapt to new situations and potentially frightening events. 

“Lead me in Your truth, and teach me…,” Psalm 25:5 (NASB). 

Lord, thank you for this sensible little horse and the opportunities this journey offers. 

In Reflection – The Open Door

Before the wind could whip my hat away, I grabbed it and tossed it back into the car because I didn’t want to chase it all day.

March 5, 2005 seems like such a long time ago but will forever remain in my memory as the day I fell in love with Tennessee Walking horses. 

The Carolina Walkers hosted the Camden Classic horse show on this beautiful sunny day but the wind blustered and roared. Hats and paper cups blew everywhere. Dirt devils swirled and died. I was amazed to watch these beautiful horses, unperturbed by all the commotion caused by the wind and the activity of the show itself.

That day I made new friends, people and horses. I even held the reins of a mare I’d just met, A Royal Night in Vegas, while her owner, Sue, ran a show-related errand.  

I stood near the arena, looking at Vegas, with her calm, quiet demeanor, while the wind gusted and I knew my dream horse must be a Walking Horse. This type of personality and courage was just what I wanted to fulfill my vision.  

After all, I wanted a horse that I could take to small shows and have fun hanging out with friends, competing and comparing our skills and the talents of our horses. I wanted to show in trail obstacle, driving, halter, and pleasure classes. I dreamed of learning dressage, riding in parades, exploring wooded paths. I couldn’t afford more than one horse to get all of this accomplished in my lifetime. It was such a wonderful thing to have found a horse that could do all of this with the additional bonus of the comfortable ‘glide ride’ of a Tennessee Walking Horse. 

During my dream horse search, and while developing contacts with people in the horse world, I received a picture, via e-mail, of this young, untrained filly named Reecie.

Often I stared at her picture on the computer—imagining the trails we’d ride, the shows we’d enjoy, the fun we’d have. Trying to justify the foolhardiness of me—an overweight, out-of-shape, middle-aged woman with bad knees starting over with a young horse who didn’t even have enough training to be called “green” yet.  

It was during one of these daydream sessions, asking God for the wisdom to make the right decision, again gazing at her picture on the computer,

I saw IT. More than just a blaze, her face marking is ─ a CROSS. This, no SHE, is the open door and with that cross on her face I knew it wasn’t a mistake. God had brought this horse into my life for His purpose. 

In Reflection

Recognizing the door God opens is superb, having the courage to enter is sublime. God granted me courage for that moment, Reecie is the horse He had planned for me all along. She brings me tremendous joy. I am grateful God closed the doors I tried to enter without him. 

“Nor has the eye seen a God besides You, Who acts in behalf of the one who waits for Him” (Isaiah 64:4 NASB). 

Lord God, thank You for the closed doors that made it possible for me to wait for You and to wait for Reecie. I’m so happy You gave me a horse marked with a cross. A beautiful reminder of You every time I look at her face. 

Horses in my Head

Horses consumed my thoughts. I worked at a horse barn where I took lessons on a couple of the resident horses. But now I wanted a particular horse. My OWN horse. 

Did I want a colorful horse? Like Cloud, the black and white pinto I owned decades ago? Did I want a mare, or would I prefer a gelding?  

I dreamed of a horse that I could — ride on trails with friends; compete in obstacle, pleasure, and showmanship classes at horse shows; drive a cart; march down Main Street in small town parades; dance with as a dressage partner; and delight in at the barn. I wasn’t sure such a horse existed. 

Still, I dreamed. 

In 2003, as I literally worked my way back into the world of horses, I wondered if my dream horse would be Chloe, a gorgeous buckskin mare with the softest, darkest eyes. But no, Chloe was priced way outside my reach. God closed that door.  

Maybe, Dan, another buckskin but this time a gelding. I had a riding lesson with Dan, and then a second. On our third lesson together, as I placed my left foot in the stirrup, lifting my right leg over his back, my out-of-shape self didn’t raise my leg quite high enough. This caused my foot to drag across the top of Dan’s hips. Before I could settle into the saddle and get my foot in the stirrup, the rodeo was on. Dan, possibly thinking he’s being attacked and not realizing it’s only my leg, bucks once, twice, a third time – off I flew — through the air. As Dan spins and bucks for a fourth time his hind hooves catch me in my thigh and kicked  my butt. My felt my head bounce when I slammed onto the ground. Thank the Lord, I was wearing a helmet.  

Mary Ellen asked, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I think so. Where’s Dan?” 

Someone had caught him, so I mounted to continue the lesson. The old adage about getting back into the saddle after being thrown….  

We proceeded to the outdoor arena. I rode around the arena at a walk, trying to get Dan relaxed after sending his emotions sky-high as well as his hind end. The trainer told me to stop, then she came over to shorten my stirrups. Dan, maybe thinking he was in trouble for his frightened antics from before, leapt forward, away from her outstretched hands. When Dan lurched forward, I went over his hindquarters landing flat on my back in the sandy outdoor arena. As I lay there, looking up at the sky, I thought, this has not been good

I picked myself up out of the dirt, sore and frustrated, I hobbled back to the barn to get some ice to put on my now darkening hips, leg and lower back. Later, after resting with icepacks on my aching body, my husband and I headed home. Sitting in the car, the pain in my hip and thigh overwhelmed my nervous system and sent me into a seizure.  

My evening ended with a few hours in the hospital and multiple tests to ensure my internal parts were okay. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I was aware of my husband seated at my bedside. Blurred memories of the doctor speaking, of being propelled down the hall on a gurney for a CAT scan, of the cold liquid of an IV flowing into my arm, interrupted my sleep. Late the next morning I was released to go home. The look of relief on my husband’s face told me that those hours had been far more serious than just a long nap.  

In Reflection 

As I drifted in and out of consciousness through that night, my husband watched over me. Just as God watches over us, even when we aren’t conscious of his presence. 

“My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep,” Psalm 121:2-4 (NIV). 

Thank You God, for the helmet that kept my head from being bruised and battered. Dan isn’t the horse for me, and this is another closed door. But Lord, that one incident in my life opened a new path for me. A path which now includes a debilitating, gut-wrenching, fear. But the passion for a horse still burns within me. I know You have the right horse for me.  

Several months of horse dreams passed. I still take a few lessons, but my stomach tightens and I only want to walk, nothing faster. And I meet more horses. Still God closed one door after another during my search. 

COVID-19 and Its Impact on the World

COVID-19, a strain of coronavirus, brings the world to its knees.

Not nuclear war, not an ice age, not an earth blasting meteor, but a microscopic virus halts a large portion of the economy, sending people scurrying to buy stuff they might need. Many businesses and stores close their doors, people out of jobs, finances uncertain…grocery shelves empty.

Social distancing fractures certain relationships yet strengthens others as people adapt to spending time with only a few people, mostly family.

Face masks provide a barrier to transmission of the virus, but also takes away the personal aspect of facial expressions. We can’t see someone smile, or frown. The hearing-impaired who rely on lip reading as an aid to communication are now closed off from conversations.

Are we doomed to become a robotic society? Faceless, communication through electronic devices our only option?

Lord God, I pray this is not so. I pray this will, instead, bring us closer together. As we battle a common enemy, we need to reach out to You and to support each other in this fight. Yet we MUST let common sense prevail. We must maintain our humanness and our relationships.

Relationships built on love, compassion, growth, and doing things together.

I walked with Reecie, my horse, along a grassy lane. When she lowered her head to graze, I gazed at the trees and the pond nearby. After a few moments, I lifted my hand on the lead rope and we walked a few strides before she stopped again to graze. Unhurried, we walked, she grazed, we walked some more.

Part of the fear of COVID-19 is the unfamiliarity of it, how to recognize an infection, how it might impact us, what to do to prevent it.

I walk Reecie on these sections of the farm because I want to make the property familiar to her, to take the “scary” out of it. With the familiarity it will become safer for me to ride this area, after the virus scare is over. She and I can get back to riding and add these trails to the area we travel. I’m inspired by the words of a teenage girl, who commented years ago about Reecie getting a good foundation because we “do stuff” in addition to riding.

Reecie and I built a relationship on the foundation of “doing stuff.” Sure, I do the basics of horse care, things like – feed her, brush her, clean up after her. But often I just relax and spend time with her. Just Reecie and I, going for a walk, challenging ourselves with new areas or new tasks. Building on our foundation and strengthening our relationship.

Let’s use these quarantine, self-isolation, stay home mandates and policies as a way to build our foundation with our families, and with Jesus Christ. Take the time do more than just the basics of survival. Do stuff together wherever we are. Challenge ourselves with learning more about Creator of this universe.

I want to spend time with my Savior. Reading His word, enjoying His creation, sharing my ponderings with others. Let me know if I can help guide you on that path.

What relationships are you building? What ways have you found to do stuff together, yet maintain the required social distancing?

Ponder this—no matter how scary the coronavirus is, God’s power is much greater and the victory is already His!

“But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord,” Romans 8:37-9 (NASB).

And THAT is the ultimate relationship. 


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