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Wrapped in His Love
by Rebecca Ondov
The temperature is below zero and dropping quickly—probably to -15 or lower. Old Man
Winter gusted in a couple days ago, leaving cold temperatures and a foot of snow behind.
Moments ago I bundled up in my long johns and Carhartts to go out and feed. Of course I
had a warm horse blanket draped over my arm. When it’s below zero I wrap Czar in two
horse blankets.
Czar nickered as soon as he saw me coming. When I buckled up the blankets, it was as
if I was wrapping him in my love. He buried his head in my chest. I snuggled him and
stroked his long red winter hair. I pulled a couple icicles out of his black mane as my
mind drifted through memories. I’d bought Czar when he was a month old; it was
love at first sight. After he was weaned from his mother, I brought him home.
Czar leaned into me, almost as if he was hugging me. I patted his neck, “That was thirty
years ago, Czar. Can you believe it?” Czar had been my main saddle horse when
I worked in the Bob Marshall Wilderness of Montana. I’d ridden him over 20,000 miles.
Together we’d faced grizzly bears, mudslides, forest fires, and even fallen off a cliff.
He’d saved my life more than once. With my finger, I traced a couple gray hairs that
dotted his forehead. “You’ve earned your blankets, buddy.”
The icy breeze nipped at my cheeks and I thought how much his blankets resemble God’s
love for us. God was there when we were born—and He loved us at first sight. He’s
faithfully been with us through every step of our lives—through every joy and sorrow.
He’s cried with us and laughed with us. He cheered when we’ve overcome. Most of all,
when I’ve gone through tough times, it’s been God’s love which wrapped itself around
me like a shield and pulled me through.
I glanced around me. The snowflakes glistened in the sun. His love surrounded me: the
wind whispering in the pines, the chickadee that serenaded me this morning, the gurgling
creek that flowed through the pasture. And His greatest love is manifested in the prize of
His creation –you and me, the ones created in His image.
This Christmas season, I’m praying that you feel the God of the universe—the one who
hung the stars in place—wrapping His loving arms around you and holding you tight
(two horse blankets worth). And I pray that all of us experience the love He’s given us in
Jesus.
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