>I find myself thanking God so much lately… for the new computer (from which I type to you now), for horseback riding, for the doll I’ve longed for, for the fact that someone wants to buy my treadmill for more than I expected. Blessings continue to fall into my lap, and I don’t know why. Well, I do know that the Lord wants to bless me, and lately He is showing just how true that is.
But I worry. Oh, I worry. I have no income. None. Once my savings is gone (all $120 of it), I have nothing. Yes, Mom got me my computer and some new clothes recently, and yes, I have food stamps so that’s at least covered, but the big kicker is gas.
The solution is to go back on cash assistance. We went today and waited for well over an hour, and they were nowhere close to our number. So on Thursday, Mom is going to take me back, right when they open. It’s in a bad part of town, where the people tend to stay up late then sleep in, so we’re hoping few people are there when the office opens at 9 AM.
It’s not matter of if I’ll get the cash assistance, as I’m both disabled and not working so it’s all but guaranteed; it’s a matter of when. What if I can’t be seen Thursday again? Or what if they need more documentation? How long can I make this $120 last?
Because my horses are riding on it all (no pun intended). On getting cash assistance ASAP. The horses are an hour away, 1/8 of a tank of gas. I could go to and from church eight or ten times, to the research study three times, in the amount of gas it takes to go to the horses. Mom says it may not be possible to ride.
But oh, if you knew how amazing it was today. Forget therapy; give me horses! Seriously though, they’re more helpful than an hour with the best of the therapists I’ve ever seen. I felt so strong and confident and free in that saddle. Yes, I have a leader and sidewalkers, but I was steering that horse. For those 30 minutes, Casper is my horse. He likes to trot… a lot… so it’s a constant, “Walk… whoa… walk… I said WALK! And he’s super, super soft. And white (technically though, there are no white horses; they are grey). And so, so sweet.
And did I mention there are cats at the barn, one of whom is a long-haired baby named Molly and doesn’t mind being held? Topping of horses with kittens.
At least for today, life couldn’t get any better.