The Horse

Not measured in seconds,
On well groomed arena ground
Certainly not with an audience
In fact no one may be around.

A tender of God's creatures
a steward of life and the land
Challenges come to the stockman.
Faith and trust gives strength to stand.

Certainly not for everyone
For those that have taken the course
Realize with praise and gratitude
That God created for man the horse.
Larry B. Reinhold January 18, 2024

Think About It

Eternity or the ever present now?
Time is of no essence to the Almighty.
Last week......... Last year.......... Last Century.......... Last Millennium...........
yet with God a thousand years is only as a day.

For me, time wants to master.
Too little time. Too much time.
What Time? How Long? When?
What will I Do?

“I will sing of the mercies of the LORD forever;
With my mouth will make known your faithfulness to all generations".
Psalm 89:1

Daily, I am overwhelmed at how I can trust You!
It is marvelous to enjoy Your steadfast love that is unbound by time and cuts across the lines of generations. To enjoy Your mercies, not just past or tomorrow in eternity. Not just to read about them, but to enjoy them as a creature entrapped by time, in the ever-present now. I have now and I have hope and peace in You.

What more do I need? What more can I ask for?

I will proclaim Your provision, Your promises, Your grace, Your love as I will delight in the ever-present now all the way through eternity.

Larry B. Reinhold

Cousins

"Cousins are friends that grow on the same tree... family tree that is."
Larry B.Reinhold

More Than a Dream... I Ride

So give me a stretch of plain
As far as the eye can see.
Then behind a flowing mane,
Well mounted you will find me.

I will race the clouds on high
With the wind running by my side.
Upon a mighty steed , I'll fly.
Will be more than a dream, I ride.

Yonder distance the clouds disappear.
The hoofbeats too will grow faint.
The challenge has erased all fear,
To the horizon there is no restraint.

I will return, show no remorse.
Each passing cloud will bring another
I've thoroughly enjoyed this far flung course
And that fine horse I rode, has a brother.

Larry B. Reinhold February 27, 2015

The Critic Within

It is not the critic who counts,
nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles,
or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena;
whose face is marred by dust and sweat; who strives valiantly;
who errs and may fail again,
because there is no effort without error or shortcoming,
but who does actually strive to do the deeds;
who does know the great enthusiasm, the great devotion;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best,
knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst,
if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be
with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
Teddy Roosevelt – April 23,1910

Resurrection Sunday 2022

Knowing Christ is Above All

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But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ. Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having my own righteousness, which is from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which is from God by faith; that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death, if, by any means, I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.

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Not that I have already attained,or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me. Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 3:7-14

A Great Poem by Badger Clark

There is some that like the city—
Grass that's curried smooth and green,
Theaytres and stranglin' collars,
Wagons run by gasoline—
But for me it's hawse and saddle
Every day without a change,
And a desert sun a-blazin'
On a hundred miles of range.

Just a-ridin', a-ridin'—
Desert ripplin' in the sun,
Mountains blue among the skyline—
I don't envy anyone
When I'm ridin'.
Badger Clark...South Dakota Poet Laureate

Photo by Robin Lee Reinhold

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