Born from above wrapped in glory Shekinah of the one true King Tekton buried behind a stone
this daughter crawls on carpets of His kindness learns to walk in meadows of His grace climbs confidently on the rocks and hills of trial strengthening herself for eternity as His bride
From atop His splendid steed the King keeps watch over my training in the shadows of the evening fire He rubs lineament into my aching muscles recounting epic tales of His exploits what has been and what will be
I doze off to the rich tenor of His voice speaking life over me loving kindness dripping from His lips soothing oil on the head of the anointed
Shalom
MaryBeth 2023
Sunset over the Mediterranean from Netanya, Israel
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My earliest memories are of the cross-country course nibbling the tender, green grass next to my mother
‘Til one day I was shipped off separated from all I knew and loved to run mindless circuits round a dirt track on a dry, dusty prairie my legs stretching, muscles growing but my mind always drifting to the greener grasses rolling hills majestic trees open skies a wide open path space to run
With time, I matured, my muscles filled out I accepted a daily life of repetition–my training I ran every race with heart I won more than I lost I excelled beyond my own expectations I outran competitors I ran because it was in me to run
Before I knew it, I was “ready” I heard my trainer say, “she’s moving up”
My heart leapt could it be–the open course? my thoughts filled with the images of my youth carpets of endless green the sweetness of the owner’s touch upon my forelock carrots and apples from His hand
I had accepted the cruelty of my trainer I did as he directed I avoided his crop but still he expressed shallow kindness small mercies
The cruelty of his crop his unyielding weight in the saddle his careless flick of the reins his cheap grains and marginal hay I accepted as my lot I kept my head down
I’d learned to fear his hidden kicks his punitive half measures of grain He didn’t let anyone see his cruelty, our secret
I rode in the trailer blind to the road ahead I rested, trusted dreamed of my owner’s touch lush, tender grass open sky
More stunning than I remembered the owner’s barns were a palace huge stalls, wide corridors fresh, well-bedded stalls I was happy
But day after day my trainer lumbered up onto my back his body heaving and awkward he led me to the starting gate He let me start I’d sprint from the line my heart full of joy as I sprinted out then he pulled back the reins and turned me to do circles more training more blows from his crop I was losing hope of ever running in the long race the important race the owner’s race
One morning, my trainer didn’t come another brought my hay and an apple He filled my bucket with the coolest, sweetest water He brushed me and saddled me for a run but not with my work saddle with a new light-weight racing saddle it barely registered on my back
He walked me out to the starting line where many beautiful and fierce horses waited chomping at the bit pawing the loose dirt stamping their hooves impatiently
He positioned me in the far gate and left I waited nibbling tender blades of sweet grass at my feet All the horses got strangely quiet that’s when I saw Him
I couldn’t believe my eyes dressed in the finest riding gear Champion of all champions My owner–handsome, strong, confident He approached the line of horses met with a chorus of whinnies He knew each one–calling them by their names names He’d given them
I was entranced I didn’t register when he stopped beside me He tightened my cinches and adjusted my saddle I was so still–holding my breath I couldn’t imagine Him being so close touching me He reached up and scratched my neck–just under the ear
I’ll never forget what He whispered, “Are you ready to run? “Are you ready to run for Me?
I lifted my head and whinnied with delight “O Great Master, I shall run for You as none has ever run before!”
It was a beautiful day, a thrilling race My legs stretched out before me and all those years heavy saddle, hefty jockey served me well–making me strong
My Master is the sweetest rider caring, considerate, yet firm clear in His instructions
He had allowed my harsh training to prepare me for this day the day I would run for Him under His command only His words to instruct me no crop no bit just the precious Words of my master
Run! Run with endurance! Run with joy! Run because I made you to run!
I rise to greet You I rub the sleep from my eyes dew still soaks the spring flowers the lush forest of Your presence awaits me in the book of remembrance
I approach arms open wide anticipating Your embrace Abba! Abba! Good Morning!
Rooted and Grounded 