Katy Pistole
Author and Speaker

Beautiful Brokenness


       What is it about girls and horses?

  I remember being ten, and sick with longing as I dreamed about equines. I read every horse book I could find. Drew stallions constantly. Collected those plastic statues. You can ask my mother. I’m certain horse was one of my first words.

I got my first horse when I was twelve. Black Jack. God used that horse to reveal His heart to me. Now, thirty-something years later, horses still turn my head.  And God still reveals His heart for me through them. The question God asks is, will you trust Me? Boy, that’s loaded. My response is often, that depends Lord. Depends on what? Usually on my circumstances. My emotions, my ability to grasp and control the situation. And He gently reminds me that my horses can always trust me. I am always for them. Even when they cannot make sense of why I do what I do. How much more, sweet one, am I for you?

Last summer I received a phone call from a church in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. They asked if I would speak about Beautiful Brokenness at their women’s retreat. As Lauren described the horse friendly facility, a crazy idea exploded in my head. “Could I bring my own horse?” 

 Seven months later I loaded my sweet Scooter onto my ancient trailer and hauled him to Louisiana. It took four days to get there. I had planned the trip for more than half a year, but Scooter had no idea. I had prepared him for his part in the retreat but he was unaware of my plans for him until that morning. I asked him to get into the trailer. To surrender his plans. I took him from his home, his friends, his horse family. Scooter had no idea where we were going, how long it would take, or what would occur along the way.

But Scooter does know me. And he trusts me. We had a wonderful trip. We did a simulation of breaking a horse, and then on Sunday morning, to the incredible song, He Loves Us, by David Crowder, we danced. No bridle, no saddle. Just me inviting my little red horse to dance. And Scooter responding. Women wept. And I felt overwhelmed.

My question to my Papa before the trip was, will this image of brokenness, the picture of reconciliation, harmony and freedom, will that image be visible to every woman? And the answer was a resounding YES!

As a result of my trip to Louisiana, and thanks to Second Touch Ministries, my church and ministry I counsel with, Beautiful Brokenness is a legitimate 501-c-3 non-profit organization.

I have already been counseling young ladies using the horses. I have already seen the heart change as these precious teens see surrender from Love’s perspective. I have seen adult women experience the breaking of old lies and bondage as they understand, more deeply, what it means to be His. Scooter and I are scheduled to speak at retreats and gatherings.

I can hardly wait to see what He has for Beautiful Brokenness.

 If you would like to find out how to have your own Beautiful Brokenness Retreat or gathering, please use the Contact Me page.

We welcome your financial partnership. You may send your tax deductible donation to:

                                                                    

Beautiful Brokenness
  PO Box 181
Bumpass, VA 23024

                                                 

                                                           



 

 





Here is the logo for Beautiful Brokenness. Don't you just love it?
Rejected, misunderstood, unloved. Those words could describe several of the horses who live here at Sonrise Farm. I also hear those words (or echoes of them) from the girls who come for counseling. Something amazing happens when a girl makes the connection between her unconditional love for a horse, and Jesus' heart for her. When she begins to really believe that He could love her just because He does. That she doesn't need to prove herself or do something amazing. That she can just be. It is a wonderous process I am privileged to see again and again. And here's what amazes me. When that girl connects with that horse, she sees her relationship with her Father differently. 

That's what The Dance looks like for me.

Here's to dancing with our Dad!
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