Shenango Way Farm
Brooke Chavez - Trainer/Instructor
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Spring Sessions Begin March 22
The sun is shining, the grass is beginning to grow, and the horses are just starting to shed their fluffy winter coats. With the improvement in the weather, I will now be offering riding lessons again. Our first session begins Tuesday, March 22. Please review the information below for details and feel free to call/text me with any questions. I'm looking forward to seeing you here again!
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Monday, December 7, 2015
Thanks for a great Summer!
We had an incredible few months getting back into lessons here on Shenango Way Farm after Pablo and My year long mission trip around the world. I want to say a huge thank you to all the students who made my comeback a success! You all are the best!
Our 2015 season is now ended, but we are already looking forward to an exciting riding season in 2016! Our riding program will begin again in March, 2016, date pending. Check back periodically to keep up with the farm and horses over the Holidays and the winter. Merry Christmas everyone!
Some memories from this summer/fall:
Penny joins Shenango Way Farm |
Rapunzel introduced several kiddos to horses this summer |
See you next year!
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Shenango's Great-Grandsire Revealed!
My mom loves family research. Hardly a week goes by without her sharing some neat discovery of a distant ancestor who did something cool. Well, I get a kick out of it too - just a different kind of family history. My horse's family history!
While going through some old paperwork last week I made an interesting discovery about my dear old thoroughbred, Shenango; our first horse and the namesake of our farm. It turns out that he was a great-grandson of non other than Secretariat!
Maybe you can see his resemblance to the incredible athlete below, or maybe not. I can't say Shenango exactly took after his great grand sire. Those who knew Shenango know that he was slow as molasses and chronically "lacked impulsion". But he was a sweet guy and an amazing horse to both me and my sister, and everyone who had the privilege of riding him loved him. Its just cool to know where he came from and that he's a descended from one of America's greatest thoroughbreds. It makes me want to go watch the movie!
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Look at that face!
Honey was quite enthusiastic about getting her grain back today after her 48 hour fast. This face was priceless.
Hot off the presses!
This just happened, a hot and steamy and beautiful gift from God! Who knew I would ever be so excited about poop?
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Waiting on the Poop to Drop (horses, trials and other things God uses)
Honey, sporting her self-inflicted wounds |
Last night this beautiful creature suffered through one of
the most violent cases of colic I have ever experienced in my many years of
owning horses, and I have experienced plenty. I have never felt so hopeless as
I did walking her, Honey, in circles, trying everything I could to keep her
from dropping to the ground in pain and rolling in a futile and potentially
dangerous attempt to relieve her pain.
Colic, a general term used for many
illnesses that cause the horse stomach pains, is only dangerous because the horse
has no effective way to relieve the pain on her own. So she lies down and rolls… again and again
and again, often violently. This can cause a fold of the horse’s intestine to
twist around on itself, like a balloon animal made by folding and twisting it
into sections. Unless a very costly surgery to locate and remove the twisted
portion is in the budget, this twist usually results in death for the horse.
There is no other way to correct it.
Refusing to stand |
At 11:00 last night I was standing
over my horse who was laying on her back with all four legs in the air
thrashing out wildly. Pablo pulled on her head by the lead in effort to
encourage her to her feet. Through tears I begged her, smacked her, yelled at
her and hit her with a whip until I left welts, knowing that if I could not get
her to her feet she would quite literally kill herself. But she did nothing. No
smacking, no yelling, no whip cracking in the air or on her rump would budge
her. It was then that I began preparing myself to say goodbye to my redheaded
friend. Aside from some kind of miracle,
she would not make it through the night.
You should know that I am not
overly attached to most of my horses. Each one (for the most part) came to my
farm to work and be productive and (for the most part) will only be here as
long as that holds true. I care for each one, give them affection and
correction and I enjoy the fulfillment they bring to my life, but I do not
think of them as pets nor do I consider myself their “mom”. However, I see the
horses that God has place in my hands as charges. It is a privilege to own them
and care for them. I invest training into each one so that when the time comes
that it leaves my farm I have added value to it. These guys are completely
dependent upon me for their every need. Food, shelter, safety…. And health. So
the next thought I prepared myself for was the reality that I had somehow
caused this.
Oh
my God, I killed my horse. She depended on me to care for her, and I failed
her.
I felt so hopeless. And responsible
for all this. I suppose it didn’t help that it was now past midnight and my
emotions were wearing down from watching her suffer. And doesn’t everything
seem
more dire in the middle of the night?
When I had done everything I knew
to do to save my horse and nothing worked, I began to cry out to God. It went
something like this:
Tifi keeping us company |
God,
this sucks! Colic sucks. Walking in
circles sucks. Staying up all night sucks. This heavy feeling that I am
responsible for this sucks. If she dies, that will suck too. This sucks!
I don’t think I had any other
thoughts for the next hour or so, but it felt really good to let God in on it
all. Then comes the guilt.
I
should have checked on her sooner. I shouldn’t have separated her from the
herd. This wouldn’t have happened if I had just done… If only I would have…. I
never should have…
Sound familiar? Don’t we all have
those “oh crap, I screwed up” moments? I seem to have them ALL THE TIME. How
bout when you know you should do something, but you don’t do it and get burned?
How bout when your best, honest attempts at something blows up in your face
anyway? If it hasn’t happened to you before, you haven’t lived very long. My
next prayer went like this:
God,
I really messed this up here. I’ve done everything I can do, and I can’t fix
this. It’s in your hands now. I don’t even know if you care enough about one
horse to spare her life, (don’t judge my theology here, I’m just being real
about how I felt in the moment) but I
know you care about me. Spare her for me. No matter what you do, I know you
won’t leave me alone in this. Whether she lives or dies, I’m still going to
hold onto you.
That
was it. That was my simple prayer of faith that allowed God to step in and
begin his work. By “his work”, I do not mean his miracles or his magical power
to make everything ok. No, Honey did not stand right up and immediately feel
better. At this point we still had a
long night ahead of us. By “his work” I mean his redeeming work. I’m talking about his magical power to do something
good in every situation, no matter how crappy it is. That’s my Jesus! He takes every
situation and uses it to show us a bit of who he is, a bit of how he loves us,
a bit of his power. He redeems our mistakes, he buys back our crappiest days,
he even takes back our guiltiest, most shameful moments.
In that moment the Holy Spirit
began to speak to my heart and encourage me. God sees this pain I’m going
through, he feels it too. But instead of just allowing pain to touch my life
needlessly, he uses it to show me part of himself. If I never felt pain, would
I ever feel the comfort of the overwhelming love of my heavenly father? If I
never felt fear, would I ever know the security that I have in the arms of my
savior? If I never experienced loss, would I be able to know the fullness I
feel in Christ? If I were never faced with the shame of my own failures, would
I ever be able to see how utterly GOOD he is? Through this awful experience, I
have gained a new understanding of my Redeemer. He takes every opportunity –
all kinds of situations – to speak to his children. He is eager for us to hear
him.
feeling better |
Honey made it through the night,
and it looks as if she has avoided the dreadful twist and will make a full
recovery. I haven’t slept and wont get much sleep until we see the sign that
will tell us that he intestines are truly back to normal – poop. The vet has
given her a good prognosis, filled her belly with laxatives, oil and plenty of
water, and given us instructions to wait for the poop, which will show that
everything has moved through and returned to proper functionality. While we have hope for her, we have no proof
until that poop drops, and so we wait.
We live in a broken, fallen world
that is full of pain and suffering. God doesn’t want to isolate you from it.
Instead he wants you to bring it to him, so he can buy it back, and make
something beautiful come from it. My God is in the business of redeeming.
Redeeming mistakes, missed opportunities, failures, brokenness. My prayer is
that as you wait for the poop to drop in your life – that place between
receiving Gods promise and seeing it fulfilled – that you would trust that God
is at work, redeeming all situations for your good and working toward the day
when he once and for all finishes his redemption of mankind and there will be no more pain. None!
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