Skip to main content

Who Holds the Reins?


A horse gallops wildly through the deep dark woods. On its back rides a terrified girl, her small, weak hands clinging to the reins draped about her horses neck. Her dress is torn and dirty and her unraveled braids fly out behind her in a tangled and wind tossed mess. The trail, full of potholes, rocks and fallen logs, snakes its way through an ominously dark and dreary forest. Dark, sinister trees threaten to grab her and pull her off of her horse. At every bump in the trail, the girl bounces, nearly losing her grip. Her knuckles whiten as she tightens her grip on the reins. She looks down at the blur of rocks and logs racing beneath her and imagines with terror what would happen if she lost her grip.
Behind her sits a Man, His face a picture of tender kindness and pity. He longs to help the girl who clings so desperately to the horses reins. The girl’s eyes, full of fear and blinded by tears, look imploringly at the One riding behind her.
“Little girl,” He says, His eyes so full of love. “If you will only give Me the reins, I will lead you to safety.” The girl, looks down at her hands, still clutching tightly to the reins. Will she trust Him? Will she surrender the reins?

She looks ahead into the deep and foreboding forest. She feels the wind blowing through her tangled locks, and she looks again to her small hands, still clutching tightly to the reins.
What if He guides me and my horse somewhere I don’t want to go? She looks back into the eyes of the Man, so full of compassion and tenderness.
Should I trust Him? Then slowly, she unfolds her small, weak hands, and places the reins in His big, strong hands.

This girl is me and her horse is my life. Will you join me as I surrender the reins of my life to God?

-Hannah

Comments

Post a Comment

Please keep your comments/questions uplifting, without the use of any slang or swear words.

Popular posts from this blog

Send Me

Last Friday night I was on my knees asking God what He wanted me to do, yielding my will to His. Suddenly I heard God speaking to me. Not audibly, of course, but I seemed to almost hear God calling me to give myself wholly to His plan for me. “Yes, Lord? Here am I.” And then it was really weird. I had this super strong impression. Go to 286 7th Ave S and offer them Bible studies. “No! I don’t want to, Lord!” Wait, didn’t I just say, “Here am I?” I wrestled for a while, unwilling to go. Finally, I hopped in bed and grabbed the magazine beside my bed. Adventist Frontier Missions. I read bit and then came across a section that said, “Will you answer His call to reach the unreached?” (Paraphrased) I lay down, giving myself all the reasons for why not to go. After a few minutes, I hopped out of bed and grabbed my phone. “Hopefully that address doesn’t even exist,” I thought to myself. Ugh, forget that, there it is. I finally fell into a restless sleep. Sabbath morning, I woke up. Guess ...
1 comment
Read more

The Price of Freedom - Part 1

Jumping inside the boxcar, they took one last look at the sunlight before being sealed shut inside their metal prison.  Simon and Wesley had illegally left Romania in order to escape mandatory service in the military, where they would have been beaten, perhaps fatally, for refusing to serve on Sabbaths.  Despite several close calls with the police in Romania, Hungary, and Austria, Simon managed to cross three boarder crossings on foot and escaped to Italy where he joined his brother Stefan, who had illegally taken refuge there after being cruelly beaten in the Romanian military.  Once in Italy, Simon had been captured by the police, who interrogated and beat him.  However, Providence intervened when he could not locate his ID, which meant they could not ship him back to Romania.  He was released and given 15 days to leave the country.  Having no place to go, he remained illegally for nearly two years.  Meanwhile, his friend Wesley back i...
Post a Comment
Read more

Ruth's Sacrifice

Imagine you are living in a prosperous family and you have everything you could ever desire. You are married to the man of your dreams and you are living a happy, contented life. But then suddenly, your husband and his brother dies, leaving you and your sister-in-law widows. Within the next several weeks, your aged mother in-law decides to go home, back to her country.      The journey will take her seven-ten days on foot. She is determined to go, and there is nothing you can do to change her mind.      You and your sister-in-law love your mother-in-law so dearly, that you both insist on going with her to help her and to protect her and to keep her company. But weeping, your mother-in-law implores you each to return to your mother’s houses. Her words convey that, if you went with her, you must expect to remain forever homeless and a stranger.      Your sister in-law, with bitter sorrow, tenderly kisses your mother-in-law for the last time, an...
Post a Comment
Read more