We prayed before cutting Samson’s splints off and then held our breath when he got to his feet. Would his legs be straight or would they buckle?
No buckles! (Joy-drops filled my eyes.) Samson ran and bucked around the barn, and still, no buckles. He and his mama got turned out to the cow-calf pasture behind the house. He ran, bucked, and played, and still, no buckles!
|Oh, happy day!|
|Playing who's-the-boss with Snoopy|
“But for you who fear my name, the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in his wings. And you will go free, leaping with joy like calves let out to pasture.” –MALACHI 4:2 (NLT)