A girl turns to a power higher than her parents when asking for a horse.
ver since I was little, I wanted a horse—what child hasn’t? But between the ages of 3 and 9, my family volunteered at Gleanings for the Hungry, a Youth With A Mission (YWAM) base in central California. We lived there from October to April, going home to Montana for the rest of the year, so it was impossible to have a horse. Still, I rode.
When we moved back to Montana to stay, I had hopes of finally getting a horse. My folks encouraged me to pray, so I did. Toward the end of June, a friend’s mom called to see if I wanted to babysit her pony, Halter, as he wasn’t being ridden much. I leapt at the offer.
I had Halter for three blissful weeks. If I had to go across the yard, I’d get Halter, put the bridle on and ride him bareback to get there. He was such a good pony for me, just stubborn enough to keep me busy but gentle enough for a greenhorn.
Since I rode Halter bareback a lot, I learned to get on him without a step up. I’d park him and he’d stand still, munching away on grass. Then I’d take a few steps back, get a running start and fling myself at his back. I’d do this until I got on him, and he’d just stand there.
But too soon, it was time for Halter to go home. I was pretty blue the day he left. I called my cowboy brother,
EDaniel, and talked about the costs of owning a horse: the purchase price, tack, vaccinations, farrier fees and hay. I did not like the sum of the numbers. But my folks still encouraged me to pray. A few weeks later, a friend asked me to go riding. A nearby farm kept a gentle Arabian-Paint cross, Fire, that the owner let kids ride. We asked permission, then went to the horse owner’s arena and began an afternoon of riding. After a while, Fire’s owner came out to see us and asked if I wanted to talk with my folks about taking Fire home. I jumped at the opportunity. A few days later, Fire was home with me.
My family had hayfields of alfalfa and grass that we sold to neighbors at the time, since we didn’t have any livestock. So we kept some bales, and that’s how God provided fuel for my dream.
That horse and I had some great times. As I got older, though, I found less time to ride and got the go-ahead from Fire’s owner to pass him along to my brother for his kids. His wife, Jen, used Fire for equine-assisted learning classes until the horse passed away last fall.
I’m now 20, but I still get a catch in my throat when I think of Fire. I thank God for the time we had and for being able to live my childhood dreams.
Nothing matched the bond Angela Magalsky had with Fire.