Though I am usually on the giving end of care, horses are often present when God meets me at the point of my need. I say "God meets me" there, because my head can distinguish between a spiritual intervention and a psychological intervention, but my heart can not. Over the past two years, I have been compelled to advocate for EAP as I have wrestled with the progress of a crippling disease in the life of my fourteen year old daughter, Amber. The disease had tormented her with pain all of her life, and now it was wielding a cruel, devastating blow.

Amber shares my deep love of horses. Two years ago, as I cried out to God in anger, fear, and helplessness, I wrote this poem, struggling to make peace with our fate. I remembered her early years, and was driven not only by a faith-borne hope, but also by hope in the magic of the peaceful, powerful beast we call the horse. I hope the poem will inspire and motivate you to do Equine Facilitated Psychotherapy which fully embraces all that we are as human beings - body, mind, and spirit.

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