While I was in the barn last night, after feeding the horses, I scooped up Czar's blanket into my arms to take back into the house. But when I walked out of the barn something scratched inside of me, saying, "Put the blanket on Czar."

Czar's my 29 1/2 year old bay gelding, who I bought when he was a month old. Winters have always been hard on him--especially the last few. In blustery weather he gets hypothermia without a blanket. And the little farm house I lease, only has a barn big enough for the hay, not the horses.

I looked up at the gray clouds. They seemed still. I scanned the horizon and no storms were boiling over the mountain peaks. Something tugged at my spirit again, so I shrugged my shoulders and slipped the blanket on Czar, who seemed to roll his eyes as if to say, “But Mom—it’s still nice outside.”

The wind was howling this morning when I woke up. I opened the door to let Sunrise outside and a blast of snow blew in. A full-blown blizzard was assaulting our little mountain valley! Who would have thought in October that we’d have a January blizzard?

Tears came to my eyes as I thought, “Thank you God for telling me to blanket Czar!”  Then I was humbled as I meditated about how much God cares for us and our animals. Best of all, God makes the relationship with Him so simple, just listen and follow then He’ll lead me to green pastures.