Not being a very beautiful child lent into my dream world of horses. It was a place that I could escape and had no baring on the fact that I had severely buck teeth, very thin stringy hair and pale skin. I would pine over any book I could find. I traced so many horse pictures that on occasion, when books were returned to the library you could see the indention from my pencil around the subject.
Every night before going to sleep my Mother would come in and say prayers with me. She ended hers with a kiss to my cheek. Knowing that I had God’s full attention; after all I believed, who would not listen my beautiful Mother when she spoke? I continued my prayers after she left.
Looking straight up at the ceiling with an intent stare I whispered
“Dear God. Pleeeeeessse bring me a horse. I promise to be good. I’ll do all my chores, eat all of my dinner. I won’t even whine anymore. Please, please, please, bring me a horse of my own! Also, if you can…make me a little bit prettier each day so the kids will stop teasing me…BUT – if you can only do one of those things, I would rather have a horse! AMEN.” I then flipped over, pulled the covers up around my head and fell fast to sleep knowing that He heard me.