A beautiful printout of the inspirational piece below was in the packet given to Rudy as he finished radiation. It's wonderful.
Two HorsesAuthor Unknown
Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse.
But if you get a closer look you will notice something quite interesting... One of the horses is blind.
His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made him a safe and comfortable barn to live in. This alone is pretty amazing.
But if you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. It is coming from a smaller horse in the field.
Attached to the horse's halter is a small, copper-colored bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.
As you stand and watch these two friends you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting he will not be led astray.
When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, he will stop occasionally to look back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect. Or because we have problems or challenges.
He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.
Sometimes we are the blind horse, being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. And at other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way.
That bit is very meaningful right now. I hope Rudy takes it to heart. He's always been the horse with the bell - the one who helps. He's not so good at accepting help. Right now, he needs to be helped and he has so many who want to. Illness has so many lessons. This is no doubt one of them. Learn to accept help with an open heart and a great deal of love and appreciation.
Rudy insisted on cutting grass today even though he was super tired. He insists the pollen doesn't bother him. He insists that it doesn't take much energy. He's also disregarding his low platelet count. After cutting for maybe 15 minutes, the fairly new lawnmower busted a belt or something. We had to get out the tractor and use it to haul the mower back to the barn. Now he's worn slap out and of course, he had a really bad hack attack. Is it just me or does it seem like God was telling him to NOT cut grass right now???
