My Alpacas

Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. ~Garth Brooks

While the crew went into the petting zoo I walked around and came upon some Alpacas. I stopped and was quickly reminded of something that happened 9 years ago. My mind began to reflect in the stinky barn.

I once hated these creatures - with a passion. Deep hate. Loath hate.

I rode horses at BYU for 3 years. My senior year, BYU decided to send all the horses up to Ricks College and use the land for Alpacas instead.

I prayed. We all prayed to save the Equestrian Program. I am sure I even fasted.

The answer came - the horses were leaving.

I cried. Said some things I shouldn't have (that Tom still reminds me of). And cried some more.

Turns out - the Alpacas were a blessing. Yes - a blessing.

I got to train one-on-one with my BYU trainer at a farm in Springville. I learned to train green horses. Jumped so high. Learned how to castrate a horse, breed a horse, and birth a horse.

Blessings in disguise.

I looked at these Alpacas at the Fair - reminded me that the best may yet to come.