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    I’m a foal


    I had asked God a few months ago, “Why did you choose a donkey to ride on? What was it’s significance?” And there I read:

    “Ride forth upon me as Thou didst ride into Jerusalem mounted upon the humble little beast, a colt, the foal of an ass, and let me hear the children cry to Thee, ‘Hosanna in the highest.’ -A W Tozer

    And I began praying to Jesus from the perspective of a donkey…

    It was the greatest day of my life when Your meekness met mine. See I had heard the stories past down through the generations of my Great/Great/….. Grandma who told us of a time where she was beaten from a man named Balaam who rode on her. (see Numbers 22) She saw the Angel of the Lord stand before them and resisted each time but was met with a strike and beating. She thrust herself back at the sight of the Angel and crushed Balaam’s foot against the wall; so he struck her again. After the third time, she laid down in submission to her true King but her owner was blind and struck her this time with his false pretentious staff. Then her response became loud enough for Balaam to hear as You opened her mouth to speak and his eyes were opened.

    She told every generation that continued to pass it down to look for the Angel of God and to not resist, and there You were. You could’ve chosen a stallion but You came for me. You didn’t lose an ounce of your dignity even as You sat on me. You weren’t afraid to take second place by riding on a donkey. You restored the stolen throne of my back. Nothing had ever felt as light as You. It was the first day that I didn’t have rocks between my hoofs. There were no whips in Your hands or bruises on my side. Instead You let my feet walk on clothes of carpet as my eyes caught a crowd that beheld heaven on earth. I teared up as I watched the greatest scene of my life of a people cheering Your name knowing that it wouldn’t last for long and aching for the time I would see that scene again in heaven. My heart broke as I returned to my stable but it was filled to never be the same again.

    My Grandmother had carried the weight of man upon her back and felt the sting of abuse upon her skin. It was the Law that held the heaviness of fear upon her shoulders. But I, thousands of generations later…I got to carry the weight of a King upon my back, feeling the touch of kindness upon my head. It was the day that Grace broke the heavy yoke upon my shoulders.

    Thank you for the best day of my life.

    “Say to Daughter Zion, ‘See, your king comes to you, gentle and riding on a donkey, and on a colt, the foal of a donkey.'” -Matthew 21:5

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