THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Horse Sense.
By Jenni Polling
April 25th, 2026
“Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”
Hebrews 4:16
At thirteen years old, I was the proud owner of two retired harness-racing horses that an older cousin had given me. Terry-boy, the younger one, was able to be ridden as a saddle horse. He was a dark bay, had a thick mane that hung down on both sides of his neck, and most of the time was a reluctant participant in my adventures.
My other horse, Bill Daily, was tall and red. He towered over me and was eager to please, but never was a good riding horse because I couldn’t get him to go any faster than a quick, bone-jarring trot.
One day, my aunt and uncle and cousin came from the city to enjoy some time on the farm with us. The first thing my cousin did when he arrived was to inform me that he wanted to go horseback riding. I saddled up the two horses and made the decision to ride the “green-broke” one while my cousin rode the more seasoned horse, Terry-boy. However, we had a problem. Terry-boy possessed what my dad called a “criminal mind”—he preferred ambling about the pasture on his own rather than being saddled and controlled by someone else’s whim. He came prepared with a ready bag of tricks to avoid being ridden.
As my cousin eagerly swung into the saddle, I gave him last-minute instructions: “As soon as you get into the saddle, gather up the reins and duck,” I warned him. I knew that the first thing Terry-boy would do as soon as his rider was seated was head for the low-hanging branch of the lilac tree.
My cousin was already in the saddle and leaning far to one side to avoid the heavy branch as I spoke, so I quickly jumped onto my own mount. But before I could round the corner of the house, I heard “Help, help, heeelp!”
What a sight met my eyes as I rounded the corner! Terry-boy was grazing calmly and contentedly, while his rider, clothesline across his neck, was shouting for assistance. Definitely a new trick, I thought, as I surveyed the situation and tried not to chuckle. I quickly tied up my mount and backed Terry-boy out from under the line.
“I want to get off!” my cousin cried.
“Wait a minute, let’s try something,” I said. “I’ll just hop up behind you and we’ll ride together.”
I scrambled up and sat behind the saddle while Terry-boy started off—this time in the direction of the garden. When he arrived, he began pawing at the soft dirt with a foreleg.
“Kick him,” I shouted. “He’s about to roll!”
Two pairs of heels abruptly connected with Terry-boy’s ribs. This was too much for the horse, so he employed one more tactic from his bag of tricks. He bucked!
Both of us came unglued at about the same time, but since I was sitting behind him, I landed on top of my cousin, turning him into an uncomfortable sandwich!
That was the final straw; this adventure was over! And I’ve often wondered if my cousin ever rode again!
Life is like that, sometimes. We think we’re off to a new adventure, and instead, we find ourselves in the middle of a bunch of difficulties. When this happens, there are usually three things to do: give up, go forward, or ask for help.
I believe it is best to ask for help. Daily. I’m referring, of course, to the spiritual realm. Daily we can seek divine grace and be suitably equipped to meet whatever the day has in store for us as we walk by the Spirit. Then, when difficulties do come, we have what we need to meet our trials and go forward, strong in the Lord.
Whether our trial is called Terry-boy or “Terrible,” we can learn from our situation and be overcomers.
Horse Sense.
By Jenni Polling
April 25th, 2026
“Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”
Hebrews 4:16
At thirteen years old, I was the proud owner of two retired harness-racing horses that an older cousin had given me. Terry-boy, the younger one, was able to be ridden as a saddle horse. He was a dark bay, had a thick mane that hung down on both sides of his neck, and most of the time was a reluctant participant in my adventures.
My other horse, Bill Daily, was tall and red. He towered over me and was eager to please, but never was a good riding horse because I couldn’t get him to go any faster than a quick, bone-jarring trot.
One day, my aunt and uncle and cousin came from the city to enjoy some time on the farm with us. The first thing my cousin did when he arrived was to inform me that he wanted to go horseback riding. I saddled up the two horses and made the decision to ride the “green-broke” one while my cousin rode the more seasoned horse, Terry-boy. However, we had a problem. Terry-boy possessed what my dad called a “criminal mind”—he preferred ambling about the pasture on his own rather than being saddled and controlled by someone else’s whim. He came prepared with a ready bag of tricks to avoid being ridden.
As my cousin eagerly swung into the saddle, I gave him last-minute instructions: “As soon as you get into the saddle, gather up the reins and duck,” I warned him. I knew that the first thing Terry-boy would do as soon as his rider was seated was head for the low-hanging branch of the lilac tree.
My cousin was already in the saddle and leaning far to one side to avoid the heavy branch as I spoke, so I quickly jumped onto my own mount. But before I could round the corner of the house, I heard “Help, help, heeelp!”
What a sight met my eyes as I rounded the corner! Terry-boy was grazing calmly and contentedly, while his rider, clothesline across his neck, was shouting for assistance. Definitely a new trick, I thought, as I surveyed the situation and tried not to chuckle. I quickly tied up my mount and backed Terry-boy out from under the line.
“I want to get off!” my cousin cried.
“Wait a minute, let’s try something,” I said. “I’ll just hop up behind you and we’ll ride together.”
I scrambled up and sat behind the saddle while Terry-boy started off—this time in the direction of the garden. When he arrived, he began pawing at the soft dirt with a foreleg.
“Kick him,” I shouted. “He’s about to roll!”
Two pairs of heels abruptly connected with Terry-boy’s ribs. This was too much for the horse, so he employed one more tactic from his bag of tricks. He bucked!
Both of us came unglued at about the same time, but since I was sitting behind him, I landed on top of my cousin, turning him into an uncomfortable sandwich!
That was the final straw; this adventure was over! And I’ve often wondered if my cousin ever rode again!
Life is like that, sometimes. We think we’re off to a new adventure, and instead, we find ourselves in the middle of a bunch of difficulties. When this happens, there are usually three things to do: give up, go forward, or ask for help.
I believe it is best to ask for help. Daily. I’m referring, of course, to the spiritual realm. Daily we can seek divine grace and be suitably equipped to meet whatever the day has in store for us as we walk by the Spirit. Then, when difficulties do come, we have what we need to meet our trials and go forward, strong in the Lord.
Whether our trial is called Terry-boy or “Terrible,” we can learn from our situation and be overcomers.
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Horse Sense.
By Jenni Polling
April 25th, 2026
“Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”
Hebrews 4:16
At thirteen years old, I was the proud owner of two retired harness-racing horses that an older cousin had given me. Terry-boy, the younger one, was able to be ridden as a saddle horse. He was a dark bay, had a thick mane that hung down on both sides of his neck, and most of the time was a reluctant participant in my adventures.
My other horse, Bill Daily, was tall and red. He towered over me and was eager to please, but never was a good riding horse because I couldn’t get him to go any faster than a quick, bone-jarring trot.
One day, my aunt and uncle and cousin came from the city to enjoy some time on the farm with us. The first thing my cousin did when he arrived was to inform me that he wanted to go horseback riding. I saddled up the two horses and made the decision to ride the “green-broke” one while my cousin rode the more seasoned horse, Terry-boy. However, we had a problem. Terry-boy possessed what my dad called a “criminal mind”—he preferred ambling about the pasture on his own rather than being saddled and controlled by someone else’s whim. He came prepared with a ready bag of tricks to avoid being ridden.
As my cousin eagerly swung into the saddle, I gave him last-minute instructions: “As soon as you get into the saddle, gather up the reins and duck,” I warned him. I knew that the first thing Terry-boy would do as soon as his rider was seated was head for the low-hanging branch of the lilac tree.
My cousin was already in the saddle and leaning far to one side to avoid the heavy branch as I spoke, so I quickly jumped onto my own mount. But before I could round the corner of the house, I heard “Help, help, heeelp!”
What a sight met my eyes as I rounded the corner! Terry-boy was grazing calmly and contentedly, while his rider, clothesline across his neck, was shouting for assistance. Definitely a new trick, I thought, as I surveyed the situation and tried not to chuckle. I quickly tied up my mount and backed Terry-boy out from under the line.
“I want to get off!” my cousin cried.
“Wait a minute, let’s try something,” I said. “I’ll just hop up behind you and we’ll ride together.”
I scrambled up and sat behind the saddle while Terry-boy started off—this time in the direction of the garden. When he arrived, he began pawing at the soft dirt with a foreleg.
“Kick him,” I shouted. “He’s about to roll!”
Two pairs of heels abruptly connected with Terry-boy’s ribs. This was too much for the horse, so he employed one more tactic from his bag of tricks. He bucked!
Both of us came unglued at about the same time, but since I was sitting behind him, I landed on top of my cousin, turning him into an uncomfortable sandwich!
That was the final straw; this adventure was over! And I’ve often wondered if my cousin ever rode again!
Life is like that, sometimes. We think we’re off to a new adventure, and instead, we find ourselves in the middle of a bunch of difficulties. When this happens, there are usually three things to do: give up, go forward, or ask for help.
I believe it is best to ask for help. Daily. I’m referring, of course, to the spiritual realm. Daily we can seek divine grace and be suitably equipped to meet whatever the day has in store for us as we walk by the Spirit. Then, when difficulties do come, we have what we need to meet our trials and go forward, strong in the Lord.
Whether our trial is called Terry-boy or “Terrible,” we can learn from our situation and be overcomers.
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