"Yee Haw!" Our trail guide kicked his horse to a gallop, and my horse took flight—yes, we flew over the prairie, he and I. I felt the air in his lungs fill me and the rhythm of his hooves in my soul. We melted together—his mane in my fingers became my hand, his neck my neck, his breath my breath.

As we raced across that field, a window to my heart jarred open. Light flooded in and filled me with joy. I felt it rise within me, and the hands of God upon me, holding me steady to take it all in. He came to me at just the right time, and set my mind on what could be, and I knew I was going to be okay.