The gift.

It came today. I was not looking for it – I did not know it was coming. And certainly not today. This uugghh day. Really a lot of the week had been that way. Ever since Stormy had left on Monday. Our last pony was gone. I thought I handled it amazinly well. But there was this shadow. And today this problem. How could there be gift in this day? Yet,how could I not see gift every day? After last week, and Jane’s letter, and the one from Kezia. Every day is filled with gifts that He gives, and I just have to see them. I am learning that this year. Been working on it most of the year. And still today with this thing hanging heavy. And a child brings in the mail, and I am numb as I open the box. I know the sender – that name. Oh yes, they bought Pixie and Moontide and Cyclone. The first of our ponies to go. It is a great home! And we are so pleased. So what is this box? And now today? I feel the loss bearing down. The drought, the everything and so much of what I do every day is gone and does anyone know how that hurts? And the lid is lifted and through the bubblewrap I see him lying there.

It’s Moontide. And I throw back the paper and she’s there too – my Pixie. Perfectly painted in love and sent in gratitude. And I can’t stop the tears, because yes, somebody knows. How special they are and how my heart may be breaking and there is an emptiness but suddenly, again, it is filled. He gives gifts that are so good. A special friend that gave my ponies back to me – to save and treasure for all time.

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