Life At The Ranch
There are certainly some things in a western environment that God purposed to take our breath away: the welcoming gestures of tall pines and waving grass; the green open space putting on its brown winter coat to endure the mountain snow; the hovering vast skies ever changing from blue to grey and from light to dark; the stillness and curious stare of a herd of cattle; a dog trying to do more than his job; the wind carrying the melodic jingle of spurs hitched to a pair of dusty boots going by; friendly no name people that somehow found their way home to the ranch; a girl on horseback leaving the ranch and the world behind all at the same time; a kid here and there doing nothing but playing…doing everything; the majesty and mystery in the presence of a horse; it’s connection to mankind; it’s connection to God; and finally, those innate purposes crossing paths.
At Son Bride, there is something underneath all this. We know it as Love. It is our most nurturing and decorative ingredient of the atmosphere. In it’s presence respect follows. In it’s presence, all the credentials, achievements, and badges are the same. In it’s presence, we yield to the need of another. In it’s presence, fear surrenders along with all the trouble it created.
All our consistent guests know this to be true and the ones sent to their purposes elsewhere have a way of finding their way back to refresh and relive those memories.
