We've got an annual tradition going horseback riding in Colorado during the summer. It's one of those activities that our three girls get very excited about. And Sam, after a few pre-ride jitters, did fine, too.
Our guide's name was Michael. He was in his early 20s from Lake George, Colorado, where he said his parents own a ranch. During the summer, the cattle are put out to summer pasture, and there's not much to do around the ranch. So his mom sent him to work at the M Lazy C ranch (where she knew the owners) for him to work as a trail guide. That was five summers ago. "I get paid to ride a horse, so that's a pretty good deal," he remarked. He was a good guide, very friendly, and he tried to get the kids to warm up to him.
After our ride, I tipped him and offered to pray for him. The tip kind of made him a captive audience, I realize. But he hesitatingly said yes. So I prayed a prayer of blessing in whatever he ended up doing with his life. He thanked me, and we left -- all of us saddle-sore.
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