The Meeting Place

Okay, so you know it's been a battle within when it comes to this application in front of me. Are the skills I've gained over the past couple of years sufficient enough to get me through the Mustang Challenge? Or would it be best to just sit on the sidelines and watch...again?

You've probably also figured out that there's a bit of a spiritual journey going on here as well. That the makeovers are a big undertaking is a but of an understatement. There's the gas money, the feed, the vet/farrier and everything else associated with horse ownership and shows. While the Mustang Heritage Foundation will pay you back a portion of your expenses, it comes no where near what you're putting out to get down and back...twice (once to pick up the horse, then again for the show.) Plus there's the little fact of me not owning a horse trailer. And, of course, the mud and my dislike of working in the rain. Still, the thought has remained a low simmer.

So I trotted off to church last week where we've got a lovely pastor who tends to ramble and loses me on many an occasion. But not last week. Last week the message was clear. "You are weak, but He is strong." In our weak moments, God can do powerful things. And my mind immediately latched onto that. Heck...I'm weak! Look at all I've got to overcome there. What am I thinking, taking on a project like this; it's way bigger than I am. But it's not bigger than God, eh? And how will I ever know if I can do it if I don't step up to the plate? God can overcome the other limitations, but he's not going send in the application for me; I've got to meet him halfway if anything is to be accomplished.

So...I've asked a couple of people to fill out my trainer referral forms, printed up photos of the 'facilities', and still need to find a trailer that meets the requirements (without sending me to the poor house...would you like to volunteer to drive me to California?) I also need to send in a photo of myself. And the whole thing needs to be postmarked by Friday at the latest.

Now, don't be thinking you're glad it's me instead of you, because you are hereby required to voice your opinion. Darling and I have struggled with my mug shot. I don't like to wear my glasses for such things and took my own photo without them. She likes the glasses on and made me pose again last night. It's now your decision. Which one do I use?

Will it be photo #1?

Photo #2?

Or perhaps photo #3?

What, you think you're just going to sit there and snicker? That you don't have to answer? Well, there's where you're wrong. MiKael, that maniacal Arabian Horse Breeder, has passed along a little game of pay it forward, in which the first three folks who left a comment would get a prize. Lucky me, I was one of those. Now, if you want a chance at your prize (and I promise it will NOT be an 8x10 glossy of any of these mugshots), then leave your comment and let me know which one you prefer. Prizes go to the first three.

And, if you're not one of the first three and think you'll not need to leave feedback, oh how wrong you are. I will hunt you down and send you the blown up, life size poster of this!