Big White I Can't Go On

Big White - I cannot go on.  I am trying to stay on your back, but I cannot. I am weak unto death.  He whinnies loudly. It is downright irritating to him. Big White, I say, I mean it, I am slipping off your back. I have no saddle, and I am weak, weary and worn. I am broken hearted, and broken in my spirit. I am falling off your back. He whinnies, and exhales in exacerbation. He continues to run along, not breaking stride.  Big White - I am dying!  At this, he stops dead still, and I do fall off, and hit the ground with a thud.  He backs up, puts his gorgeous head, with flowing white mane down to the back of my head, he grabs  hold of my blouse with his teeth, and pulls me up to my feet faster than a bolt of lightning.  He looks me straight in the eyes with his blue blazing eyes, and that let's me know. I will remount. I will shut the heck up with my incessant grumblings, I will continue my race, and HE will tell Me when it's time to dismount.  Being the gentlemanly horse he is, he puts his head and mane next to my tear soaked face, I grab onto his magnificent sparkling mane, and I ever so slowly pull my tired form onto his back.  He walks at first, such that I can regain my composure.  He shakes his beautiful head and mane, to let me know, I am the one he can count on to go the mile, to finish the race, to suck it up and continue, because he has NO intention of telling King Jesus we couldn't finish the race. He means business on that score, and he will not be outrun by anything on earth or in heaven.  I grab tighter, and put my face into his mane, I don't have to see where we are going because he knows the way through this trial-by-fire. He never wears blinders.  His mane smells like lilacs and white roses, and I know I can hold on a little longer.  We begin to quicken the pace, and then before long, I am sitting up, taking notice, looking around, and we are full gallop, faster, and faster, and faster, and I thank G_d for my Big White who will be gentle with me, but letting me out of the race - not on your life. I am a fortunate woman to ride such a steed. I understand who he is, I understand who I am, and I understand where we are going. All glory to G_d, and the Lamb, amen, and amen, Carol Bullock Clemmons 2 July 2008

Beloveds, there is plenty of room on this metaphysical white steed for you to ride with me. If you wish, just wave us down as we pass you by, and we'll stoop down and scoop you up. You will never be alone again, never. Oh, by the way, we go to all countries, all cultures, and I am stronger than I look! Tally ho.