Wings of Hope Ranch means so much to me, it is honestly where I spend most of my time these days. The horses and other volunteers have become part of my family. I love what we do for the horses and for the ranchers. It is such a loving and relaxing place and the horses and people there are so much fun to work with and it makes you feel like you are really making a difference, if not in the whole world then at least in that one rancher’s life or one horse’s life. We currently have nine horses under our care who would all probably be dead if we had not taken them in. That alone is making a difference! Even when you are doing barn chores, it doesn’t feel like work, it feels like you are just doing something good and often very enjoyable. I’m sure I’ll be part of this organization for many, many years.
When I was asked to describe what Wings of Hope Ranch means to me, I happened to think back on the devotional series we did in the Fall of 2014 on the Fruit of the Spirit, based on Galatians 5:22-23. “The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control”. This fruit is exhibited every time children, horses and leaders gather at Wings of Hope Ranch. God’s hand is in and on this ministry and I am blessed to be a part of it.
As a full time mother and employee, I realized a few years ago I needed a stress relief activity. Horses have always interested me, but horseback riding lessons did not suit my goals. Upon hearing about Wings of Hope Ranch, I realized this would meet both of my desires – a volunteer opportunity and a stress reliever. Over the past year and a half, I have come to love the horses, children and volunteers! I look forward to coming to the ranch each time and look for opportunities to come and help as time permits. I love the smells, sounds and peacefulness of the setting. I love seeing the children excited to visit their favorite horse. I love seeing how God is moving through this Ranch!
Sunday mornings at the barn is something I look forward to each week. Yeah, it may be mucking stalls, but after a long week at a busy veterinary hospital, a few hours out in the country is needed. I’m not at work listening to phones ringing or dogs barking. From Sal’s welcoming nickering to Sampson pulling things off his door to Blossom being, well, Blossom – Sundays are the best. I may not be involved with seeing the horses helping the ranchers, but these horses have definitely helped me.