A powerful golden-brown horse named Golden cantered along the seashore. His mane flowing in the wind, Golden kicked up little sand-storms and left hoof-prints in the sand. He was galloping not in fear, but in freedom and hope.
When he arrived at a wider stretch of beach, he stopped and joined a large group of horses. The horses were all different sizes and colours—tall, short, fat, thin, old, young, black, white, brown, and grey. He joyfully greeted them. Then they all gathered around the Great Horse to hear him teach about love, sacrifice, and peace.
After teaching them, the Great Horse sent Golden and the other horses out in all directions to share the message of hope and love with others. Golden saw some even plunge into the sea to swim to far-away islands to bring the message. The Great Horse sent Golden northward on the beach, and He galloped away, full of joy.
A slender grey horse limped slowly as the others galloped away. She had been hurt by other horses and could no longer gallop freely. As she hobbled painfully north along the beach, she wondered if she would ever be able to do anything for the Great Horse. He had sent her this way today, but she felt so lame, so wounded, and so, so alone.
Her name was Shadow, and she felt like her name—always overshadowed by stronger horses who could do things faster and better than she could. She felt grey and purposeless—like a shadow that flitted and rested aimlessly on the ground. “Why am I even here?” she said with her head hung low. “What can I do for the Great Horse? I’m useless.”
The hot sun beat down on her as it rose higher in the sky. She wondered if she should just turn away and enter the dark forest. Why should she continue in heat of the wretched sunshine? But the forest was evil, with vicious wolves, poisonous snakes, and thorny plants, and the Great Horse had sent her north on the beach. So she decided to continue on even though she was slow and sad, and the other horses had long since galloped away to their great tasks.
She limped with her head so low that she saw nothing but the sand beneath her weary hooves.
Suddenly she saw something soft and golden near her right front hoof. She halted and looked. A large, powerful, golden horse lay motionless on the beach. His eyes were slightly open and his face was contorted in pain.
“Hi. My name is Shadow,” she said softly. “What happened?”
“My name is Golden,” he replied with a strained voice. “I was galloping along the beach and a shot rang out from the evil forest. It hit my shoulder and I fell. I can’t go any further.” Sweat glistened all over his skin, and his mouth looked dry.
Shadow didn’t have the strength to hobble for help, so she stood next to him with her shadow covering him. The sun mercilessly beat down on her, but Golden rested in her shadow, protected from the heat.
After some time, the Great Horse galloped up the beach toward them. He breathed healing onto Golden’s shoulder and helped him to stand. The bullet was no longer lodged there. Golden was fully healed!
Then the Great Horse turned to Shadow and said, “Your shadow kept Golden alive until I arrived to heal him. Thank you for doing what I sent you to do.”
“You sent me this way to be a shadow for Golden?” she asked, with a small shake of her head and her eyes wide.
“Yes,” the Great Horse replied. “Because you were wounded, you followed him and found him. Because your body was weak and your heart was kind, you stayed with him and shielded him from the burning sun. Well done! You are good and faithful. But now I would like to empower you for other service.”
Then the Great Horse breathed healing onto her lame leg and into her wounded heart. She felt his power surge through her body and soul. Instead of pain and sadness, she felt wholeness and peace.
“Run powerfully now with Golden, my dear Shadow,” said the Great Horse. “And your name will no longer be ‘Shadow.’ It will be ‘Diamond,’ because when you were weak and wounded you were faithful to me. You are as beautiful as a precious diamond.”
So Golden and Diamond galloped off together, full of healing and strength. Together, they shared their story of healing with many others, who then met the Great Horse and also were healed.
As Diamond galloped along the seashore with Golden, she saw the reflection of two horses in the water. One was a powerful, tall golden horse and the other a smaller, but equally powerful horse whose hide and mane were no longer a dull grey, but instead shone brighter than silver, sparkling like diamonds.By Annette Ford
Are you willing to bring your pain, weakness, and woundedness to Jesus? He longs to heal you and give you strength. Follow Him and be faithful to Him in the things He calls you to do. Even before He heals you, He has purposes and plans for you to fulfill. Be faithful to Him and He will use you in powerful ways, even in your weakness. And one day He will heal you and make you strong.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”…That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.