For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, “In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.” But you were unwilling, and you said, “No! We will flee upon horses”; therefore you shall flee away; and, “We will ride upon swift steeds”; therefore your pursuers shall be swift. A thousand shall flee at the threat of one; at the threat of five you shall flee, till you are left like a flagstaff on the top of a mountain, like a signal on a hill.
Every time I’ve “fled upon horses,” it has been a wild ride.
You can never really tell a wild horse where to go, can you? It doesn’t know anything about following directions. That wild horse is going to take you for quite the joyride until it gets scared and throws you off, leaving you stranded on the ground, a sitting duck for your pursuers. Returning and rest sound pretty wonderful.
Isn’t it undeserved mercy when someone steps in and grabs the horse’s mane?
So many precious people have supported me in different ways, but just a few have actually reached out and grabbed the horse by the mane. People who are older and wiser and recognize a helpless, cowering escapee when they see one.
I hope that someday I can do the same for someone else.