Proof The Bible Is True

Gravel crunched under the wheels of Mom’s car as we pulled into the stable driveway. I leaned out the window, searching the pasture for my best friend, Tialani.

At school I was nobody. All the other kids had money and cool clothes. I wasn’t good enough to be their friend. But Tialani loved me.

“Tia!” I called, climbing out of the car.

Across the pasture, the little chocolate-brown Arabian whinnied and came running. “I wouldn’t have believed that if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes,” said Mom. “That horse came to you!”

I pressed my cheek to her muzzle. “I have to get to work, girl. I’ll ride you as soon as I muck out the stables.”

I met Tialani’s owner, Karen Bragg, when I joined 4-H. All the other girls in the program had horses of their own. As usual I was the odd one out.

“If you work for me after school,” Karen said one day, “you could ride the horses whenever you want.”

I jumped at the chance. Every afternoon, after being invisible at school, I groomed horses and cleaned out stalls. My brother, Bryan, couldn’t understand why anyone would want to do such dirty work.

Bryan didn’t understand. He wasn’t a nobody. He had plenty of friends. I saw them when they came to the house, even if I was too shy to talk to them.

I refilled the water trough by the stable and carried in fresh hay, greeting each horse in its stall as I went by. I loved them all, but Tialani was my favorite.

She was the prettiest horse I’d ever seen: chocolate brown with black shading. Tia nickered when she saw me. She came when I called. She ran to the gate to greet me. The kids at school didn’t see anything special about me, but this beautiful horse did.

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