No glamour included.

Today I started my prayer ride. It goes like this, I ride my horse around the city and pray for each house and street and any other random thing that inspires me that pushes back the darkness even just a little. Sounds beautiful eh? beautiful day, birds singing, lovely horse cantering along with the breeze in my hair, right? WRONG!
More like this; firstly its hot and a mozzie flies into my eye and bites me on the eyeball, yes on the white part and my eye starts aching and gets all weepy. The sunscreen is all slimy in the heat and it the first time I have taken Triniy out on her own and she keeps coming up with ways to spin around and head back home. That's fun, the first 2 times. After a very wet season, her feet are very soft and I look down and one of her shoes is skew-if and she is tip-toeing every time she even sees a rock or a bindi. My eye is kind of throbbing now but I am singing, How great is our God ... sing with me ... I keeping a good attitude cause the truth is I love being outside, alone and doing something meaningful.
I have not ridden for more than an hour since March and after the second hour I am thinking I should have put my lambswool cover on my saddle. I stop on a shady corner to read through the 10 minute prayer and while I am off, I feel sorry for Trinity and squeeze the water from my bottle into her mouth. Hendra in mind I am not sharing that and now realize I too am thirsty. I love the prayer and it spurs me on my way, by the way I had my spurs on today which she is not fond of and swishes her tail everytime they touch her just to let me know.
I stop at Greenbank to get a pie and coke and meet about 10 locals who all want to tell me their horse stories, lovely people but hard to eat a pie while talking to a stranger, its gets cold and I throw it out, ask some stanger to hold Trinity while I go to the loo.
I was planning to ride another 10 k's but with the shoe hangin off and the eye hangin out and the heat I decide God needs me to double back and cover the 10 k's I have done again so I head home instead. She is certainly more willing and miraculously her feet dont seem so tender on the way home. She is awesome and lazy and beautiful and too fat for 20 k's in the wrong direction.
So that is the glamour in the prayer ride. 1 day down and 3 to go. Talk soon, Pray without ceasing, just don't worry if it doesn't feel good!