Consider the Warhorse

wife, mother, and grandmother in the Protestant Reformed Churches If you see a child reaching over a fence with a fist full of tall grass, you might guess a horse is on the other side. How delightful it is when that beautiful, sure-footed animal trots over, large observant eyes, ears pointed forward inquisitively, nostrils flared. The young child squeals with delight, hurling the grass over. The horse backs away, tosses its head, and paws the earth; its muscular neck quivers and twitches; it...