Today would have been his 20th birthday. At 2:35 AM, April 9, 1991, Sky (Abduls Bright Sky) took his first breath.
The final chapter of Amazing Grays, Amazing Grace, is all about the relationship I had with Sky (aka The Spotted Wonder) and what it taught me about my own walk with the Lord. It taught me that worldly success brings temptation leading to heavenly failure.
The last chapter of Amazing Grays was written on Sky’s 18th birthday, just a few months after I let him go. He was in my arms when he took his first breath, and I held his head when his noble chest stilled for the last time. That last chapter was written on Good Friday, April 9th, 2009. Coincidence? I think not.
Happy Birthday, Sky!
What a special and unique individual Sky was. We were blessed to find and bring home his last two offspring over a year ago. Their story is told in my new book coming out soon, He Came Looking For Me.
Even though Sky isn’t the subject of either book, without him there would have been no story or message to share.
Sky stamped his babies so well I could pick them out from any lineup. Each is different, yet they reflect enough of their sire that I always know them.
Ace and Shiner came home (sold as weanlings, now 11 years old!) after I recognized them in an on-line photo in the Fort Worth Star Telegram.
God’s handiwork for Amazing Grays Ministry began 20 years ago when Sky was born, though He didn’t share that fact with us until a year and a half ago.
Sky was a piece of my life’s puzzle that in some ways anchored much of the rest.
Thank God for Appaloosas
Let’s face it, Appaloosas are unique. I am so grateful I learned to be a trainer with mostly Appaloosas in the barn. They are smart, they are tough, and they are wonderful. Moving on to quarter horses was a cinch after years with the spotted darlings.
Sky represented his breed well, smarter than most of the people he encountered, and tough enough to teach me lessons I needed to learn.
Sitting in my chair that Good Friday morning two years ago, tears spilled onto the paper when I realized for the first time that Sky was sacrificed so I could learn the lesson I was too blind or stubborn to get any other way.
Sky began to win as a weanling and continued until he was retired. I kept the bronze trophies he won and some of the photos, as well as a bronze earned by one of his daughters while we still owned her.
Everything else has gone. I don’t need evidence of what judges thought about him in years past; my own memories are far more valuable.
Some day I hope to let Sky know that I’m close to being as smart as he was, finally recognizing how great a gift he truly was. I’m sure he’s waiting for me, knee deep in lush graze, right beyond the Narrow Gate.