Growing up in urban St. Louis is a challenge. From the crime-riddled neighborhoods, drugs and one of highest murder rates in America, chances are slim that a child will make it out without falling prey to the vicious cycle. In my case, I got out, but not without seeing the brother of one of my friends gunned down in cold blood.
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When you grow up with your dog being one of your best friends, it can be difficult to say goodbye when they grow old, but you can rest assured the memories you have made together will last forever.
Photo by Anika Conley
In this letter about pets who have passed away there is reference to Rainbow Bridge, a fictitious wonderful place where our beloved pets go after they have died. When my dog Max died, his veterinarian sent us this comforting note.
I never imagined that God would use a wild mustang to bring me closer to Him, but Outlaw was proof that the Lord works in mysterious ways.
Photo by Carly Stevenson
Working at a children’s ministry in September 2018, senior Dani Jo Stevenson rides bareback on Hero, an American Quarter horse. Stevenson used only a halter to lead Hero in flexion exercises, which she uses with every horse she trains.