I see a big cardboard box. In it is one of those play horses that you could ride as a child. it went back and forth.
I see a horse in a corral not wanting to be ridden.
I see a great war horse with red eyes.
I see the trojan horse.
I see the race horse and the horse in the pasture just grazing.
And, theres the one who became dog food.
God created all of these for their purpose. They did what they were created to do.
But I am not a horse. And, I do not want to be labeled amongst the strong and self-willed.
Or stubborn like the mule.