the little pony grows up

Once upon a time a pony played in the pasture with his friends.  He laughed and hopped and galloped around.  He ate and drank whenever he wanted to.  He took naps whenever he wanted to.  He just pretty much did whatever he pleased.  Ahh, the life of a pony!

 As the pony grew up, he began to notice that all of the adult horses left the pasture in the morning and were hitched up to wagons.  They were gone all day, and always came back home tired.  The pony wondered what that was all about.

 One day, the farmer came for the pony.  He put a rope around his neck and led him to a corral.  There, the farmer forced a metal bit into the pony’s mouth and began to teach him the ways of the big horses.  The pony would learn later that this process was called “breaking.”  It was aptly named because the experience was not very pleasant for the pony.

 But the Farmer knew that the pony had a purpose that God had created him for.  Difficult as the breaking process was, the farmer stayed with it, because he loved the pony and wanted him to find the joy in life.  Soon, the pony was a young horse.  He was leaving the pasture every morning, pulling wagons to town and plows through the field.  On his way through the farm he would often look back at the young ponies playing in the pasture.  He would smile - he knew what was in store for them. 

 Once upon a time there was a child who played every day.  He watched his Dad go off to work every day and come home tired at night.  The child wondered what that was all about.  Then one day, his Dad got a hold of him….

 It’s a beautiful day in God’s world, be sure to see the good.