A horse whinnied.
I dashed into the house, set my coffee cup on the counter, grabbed my keys, stuck my feet into my boots, and raced out the door to the barn.
I called out to my son as I left, “Reecie must be trapped in a stall again.”
As I crossed the arena toward the pasture gate, I could see all three of my horses grazing at the back of the pasture. Nobody was stuck in a stall this time.
What the …? Who whinnied? And why? My questions went unanswered. Expecting food, the horses started walking toward the barn. I fed them a small lunch and refilled their buckets with fresh water. After cleaning an area of the barn, I put hay in front of each of them. Gave them a stroke in their favorite spots—Holly’s shoulder, Reecie’s face, behind ChaCha’s ear and headed back to the house.
A horse called. I responded.
A HORSE called, I responded.
Huh, a horse CALLED, and I responded. When I heard the horse, I didn’t stop to wonder if it was my horse, a neighbor’s horse, did it really need me, was it talking to other horses. I just went.
How much more does God respond when WE call? Even better, He knows who calls, and why. He shows up to attend to our needs, to offer comfort, to be there when we need Him.
Feeling trapped? Just whinny. God hears.
“But know that the Lord has set apart the godly man for Himself; The Lord hears when I call to Him,” Psalm 4:3 (NASB).