emma + jesse // grandview



There is nothing like a girl and her horse.
A bond, one sewn deep in the heart, is formed with these magnificent creatures.
With time
she knows her horse, and he knows her.

He trusts her, he respects her, he listens to her
... most the time...
He can feel her passion,
her anxieties,
her joy,
all without an exchange of an audible word.
She can read him;
the slight turn of his ear,
the flick of his tangled tail,
the nods of his head,
the playful push of his nose.
To her there is nothing as sweet as
the smell of his sweat after a good run,
the coarse fibers of his mane in her fingers,
the puff of his hot breath on her palms,
the feeling of stirrups beneath her leather souled feet,
or the rhythmic drumming of his hooves against the earth.

But in this vapor that is her life, he is only a perfect gift.
The sights,
the smells,
the sounds,
are all for Him,
for the Father of heavenly lights.

There is nothing like a girl and her horse.
She knows him, and he knows her.


“Do you give the horse his might? Do you clothe his neck with a mane? Do you make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrifying. He paws in the valley and exults in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons. He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword. Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear, and the javelin. He paws in the valley and exults in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons. He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword. Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear, and the javelin. With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground; he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet." - Job 39:19-24