There’s a special time of the day when thoughts flow freely and dreams take form and become almost reality.
That is also the time when I love to go say goodnight to my horses. To hug their strong necks, look into their gentle eyes and smell the sweetness of their bodies and the hay in their stables.
Then my soul soars. I thank God for the miracle of working with horses, of being the custodian of their precious lives. That’s when I realise how fortunate I am to be living a dream.
Thank you Lord Jesus. Thank you. I’m a Rider for the Son. I live to serve.
Good night my angels. Good night. I love each of you with an intensity that breaks my heart and makes me soar like an eagle.
Faeriewood Friesians 