In The Bull's Eyes!
As I said this blog will cover obvious events in my life when God intervened. During the time between blogs there are many events that God helped me, protected me, and even pull me to safety. I see God's hand in these events, but you may credit chance or destiny instead of God so I will skip across time to noted events where my Lord has revealed Himself, and shown me His pure love.
I was around 7-8, my stepfather and mother owned a small property with a couple acres fenced for horses and steers. At one point they acquired a baby bull. He was very small and completely black in color. I fell in love with this bull. At one point he was my best friend. We played together often. I would ride him, rope him, and play tag with him. I being a child didn't realize that as bulls grow to maturity some become irritated by just about everything. At one point my friend became mean. Either because of my in experience with bulls or care for my best friend didn't want him to stop playing with me and being my friend.
One morning, without a thought for my safety. Having no fear for my life from my best friend (as children do) I wondered out into the pasture and started brushing off the quarter horse that shared the fence in area with the bull. With my back to the bull, the horse started getting fidgety and then took of running away from me. I picked up a rope off the ground and turned to see my bull. Standing 20 0r 30 feet from me. Being a child I instantly thought he wanted to play, so I threw a lasso around its one foot long horns and head.
Suddenly without warning he dropped his head and lunged into a charge. I immediately understood he was mad and my life was in danger. Looking everyway in a second, I saw my target. I let out in a dash running in a diagonal way somewhat toward the bull that would lead me away from him and make him stop charging and turn completely around to attack me. My goal was to get to the wood planked fence, leap over, and turn right and run into the house, because I knew if he hit that wouldn't plank running full throttle he would plow that fence down with little effort. I was terrified, running for my life. My friend , my bull had just made the adjustment and lined himself for the charge. I looked at my goal. I was still very far from the fence, my frantic legs wouldn't get me there in time. So terrified! I looked back and he was gaining on me very fast, horns aimed to plow me under. I turned and with all my effort gave it one last accelerated effort, look back and he was one me. His right horn was three to four feet from my back ready to pierce me. (God intervened!) As I turned my head knowing I would be pierced and maybe dead in less than a second, my mind was given a new plan! Instantaneously, I dropped into a squat like a frog and leaped toward a low separation in the bottom two boards. I felt I was dead. Everything seemed to go into slow motion, my bull spun his horns to the right too try and gouged me. I felt his horn move past my side by mere inches, as I flew through those two planks (2 x 12 inch wide boards) into my back yard. Immediately expecting him to burst through the fence, he did not. I looked and the horse that I had played with, road, and took care of had pull his attention off me and was being chased around the pasture by my bull.
God saved my life. I was terrified, my mind was frozen with fear knowing I would be dead in seconds.
But God had my back. He filled my head with the right thoughts, and sent my horse to help.
I would love to say that the event was over and that everything ended well, but it did not. Shortly there after my parents did something that broke my heart. (Even now tears swell up telling you about this event.)
I came home one day after school on the bus, and as the bus pulled up I glanced toward my bull at the moment the men pulled the trigger and shot my bull in the head. As my bull dropped I screamed in horror.
God had saved my life, but after this day all that I would see of my best friend, my bull was a huge pool of blood on the ground where they shot him. My parents knew I wouldn't stop playing with our horse, or the bull. They knew that our horse now had to fear and watch for an attack from my bull, so they did what they had to do keep me and our horse safe. Sadly, the horror hadn't ended. A few weeks later while eating barbecue burgers my cruel heartless step brother told me these words:
"So how's your bull taste? Pretty good aye?" Yes, we were eating my friend!
God saved me, but now I had to learn to live with the ramifications of the event.
God had saved my life.
Thank You Lord Jesus, for loving me and watching over me before I even knew you. Amen