Wild horses

I had a mental image earlier today of standing in front of a herd of stampeding horses.

These horses are magnificent creatures--absolute warhorses.

They thunder toward me and just as they are about to trample me the horse part like a river.

They literally make the earth shake with their size and power.

The sound of their hoofbeats is like thunder. As they stampede past me their manes flow in the wind and I can hear the sound of the wind in their voices.

As I am in the middle of this stampede--this river of warhorses--I see myself swing myself up onto one of them and participate in this flow into battle.

What the Spirit seems to be saying to me is I (we) have a choice. I can resist the mighty flow of the Spirit and respond in fear and be trampled. Or I can embrace the move of God and go for an amazing ride with God.

Father take me where You want me to go.