On my way to the second stop, the mustang on the ground made me stop in my track.
A revelatory moment.
A mentor gave me a book some years ago, Run with the Horses. It spoke deeply to what I was going through then. To those who truly know me, and perhaps to some of you who have been reading my posts, it would come as no surprise that Jeremiah, “the weeping prophet,” is my favorite prophet.
I have a bad memory for titles and names, but this one stuck with me. The title would come to my mind once in a while, and more often in the past one year, but I didn’t think much of it.
The mystery is now unveiled, although the details and future are still unclear.
In my post, Putting to Death my ‘Isaac’, I wrote about my grief in giving up what I had wanted and thought was my calling. The context – I asked God to speak to me clearly that this was the school He wanted me to go, even though it wasn’t my first choice. And He spoke. It was not without tears that I obeyed.
Now, God, in his perfect time, grace and mercy, has spoken again.
This is the place He had prepared for me, years ago. Run with the horses.
(Here’s a song to share with all who need the grace and hope of God.)
WEH PSALMS 