Proof The Bible Is True

Horses have always been my passion, but I never thought I’d own a horse farm, one where I taught children and adults, many with special needs, to ride. God had made that possible. When I first started out, I felt like he and I were partners. He was on the farm with me as I fed and watered the animals, cleaned their stalls, talked with the riders. But over time the daily struggles of running a business made me feel as if I were on my own.

 

I felt the weight of my doubts on my shoulders the afternoon a 10-year-old student came to say goodbye at the end of her lesson. Before getting into her parents’ car, she paused and looked around at the stables and pastures. “You know, Miss Jill, you have a fence that goes all the way around your property.”

 

“Well, without a fence the horses would wander off and might get hurt.”

 

She shook her head. “Not that fence,” she said. “It’s a fence of peace.”

 

“A fence of peace?” I said. “What does it look like?”

 

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