Ending on a Good Note- Michele Bruxvoort

Most of my better horsemanship happened as an adult. As a kid I just got on and rode, never mind the rules. Like playing the piano, it’s hard to undo something when you’ve been “doing it that way” for a long time.

When I would work with my horse Boney, I was told to always end on a good note. This meant that I needed to choose something we worked on together and mastered. This might be a turn with only a foot cue or a word command.

By choosing something we did well together it closed up our session on a good note. We shared a success and it was gratifying for both me and my horse to be “one” together. Not me all ticked off and feeling huffy or her head high and ears alert and tense.

I was reminded of that last night as I was getting Trey ready for bed. From five in the evening till seven, he is very intense and it is the hardest part of the day. So God reminded me while I was feeding him his bottle I need to learn to end the harder days on a good note.

Maybe you have something or someone in your life that your “endings” with generally are not very productive, maybe they are destructive or hard. Together we can encourage each other to end on a good note. Find something you can share with that person or situation that helps you end on a good note.

God wants the race we are running to end on a good note as well. He knows it’s hard. Hard living heaven focused life with fleshy folks. Tends to make a person feel beat down. But God created us for “good works”, well in advance of our arrival here.

-Looking for good notes to end on in the coming days.- Michele

FMF: Less

If I were to have done any less, it would have testified to my lack of faith. It would have become a testimony to him later that I didn’t care. I never wavered in my decision. It was an immediate, knee-jerk reaction and I knew my life would change.

My grandson was born three weeks prematurely. Born healthy and thriving. A small scare with forgetting to breathe, but that was due to his mother pre-eclampsia and all the magnesium she had taken in to prevent her from becoming eclamptic.

My daughter has chosen less for herself. Beat down by time, people and a bad relationship. She sees herself as less. Less for being given away through adoption. Less because of her ADHD and the havoc it creates in her life. Less because of her stocky stature… less.

We care for our grandson and tell him his worthfulness. His purposeful presence in the grand scheme of things. The hopefulness of his growth, ever-expanding mind, and faithfulness that someday, his momma will see herself much more than less.