Lucky the mule didn’t talk back or tell her what to think or explain that her emotions were all over the place. Lucky just listened. God listened. She leaned against the mule’s neck and told God that she didn’t know what to do with her feelings, with her pain, with her fear. And she realized it had already been summed up in that one word Keeton had said earlier. Trust. Trust that God knew His plan for her life, and she should know that it would be the best thing for her. Trust that God knew how things were going to work out, even when she didn’t. Lean not unto your own understanding. While Keeton had been riding that bull, she’d done a lot of trusting. She’d had to block a lot of images. And she’d stood her ground, faced her fear. It had felt pretty good. And then adrenaline had evaporated and she’d felt nothing but shaky and weak. In the distance she could hear the band setting up. She led Lucky to the trailer and he stepped inside as if he’d been trailered his whole young life.
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