Hope Rising: Stories from the Ranch of Rescued Dreams
Kim Meeder has seen horses go where no one else can tread - stepping through the minefield of a broken child's soul in a dance of trust that only God can understand. From a mistreated horse to an emotionally starved child and back again, a torrent of love washes away their barren places. Kim's ranch is a place where this miracle happens over and over again. It is a place where the impossible flourishes, where dreams survive the inferno of reality - a place where hope rises.
their once gentle giants backed out of the trailer into the newly fallen snow. What stood quaking before them now were two giant, young horses that had been beaten so badly that they could scarcely be touched. And so the call came to us. “If you can fix them, you can have them.” “How could this happen?” I muttered under my breath as I went to look at the horses for the first time. I quietly entered their round pen and carefully approached Boonie, the older and larger of the two. I could see
twenty-acre field to reach my truck as fast as possible, for once not caring that I was trespassing on private property. Time was running out. I had not been invited to this property by the owners. The Sheriff’s Department and the Humane Society had asked for my help in placing sixteen needy horses. At Crystal Peaks, even if we can’t keep every horse in need, we rescue and rehabilitate them, and then find a place for them through a network we have developed of safe adoptive homes. This mare
through the chaos. Some were still mounted. Others had dismounted and were huddled in groups as their leaders tried to shield them from danger. One girl appeared to have tumbled off her horse and was ducking with her back to the wind. Quickly my brain ticked off the names and number of those in the arena, and all were accounted for. The black monster spun out of the arena and toward the bunkhouse. The tied up chestnut colt was directly in its path. In the space of a heartbeat, the colt’s alarm
is what we choose for it to be. As violently as external forces push, we are still the master of our own will. Difficulties, hurdles, hardships, whatever name we know them by, one thing is certain—they visit us all. No life is immune from suffering. As certain as we breathe, we will know pain. It is a shapeless void that shifts into as many faces as humanity itself. It has no sense of justice or timing. Like a wall of fire, pain rises where it chooses, consuming whatever it can. It is a famine
Breanna had found an opening in this wizened massive stump that beckoned them to crawl inside to safety. There, within the hidden security of those strong wooden arms, they found escape from their fears. Inside this secret place they found what their daily life had all but destroyed—hope. Having recently escaped their violent and abusive father, they had left everything behind. All that was once familiar lay far in the distance. Now they had only each other. But the ancient sentinel of the