Agent of Change—That’s me

Hey, guys.  I am Beth McClure.  Zachary is one of my brothers.  The other is Ethan.  Unfortunately, I was the youngest.  I always wanted to tag along with my older brothers, but they didn’t want me any where near them that is until I turned 13.  Suddenly, I had a big brother glued to my side and scaring off any boy who wanted to talk to me.  But that’s water under the bridge.

I was the one who helped Zach out of his funk.  Yes, he had a reason to have a bad attitude.  He lost his right leg from the knee down to a roadside bomb.  It tore all us up.  We prayed for him.  And my parents didn’t know how to act.  Too much would smother him and not enough—

Well, I knew what Zach needed.  My college roommate, who is ex-army herself, was working at a ranch where they wanted to start equine therapy program for wounded veterans.  It was an answer to prayer.  Of course, getting Zach there was not an easy feat.  I had to nag and nag and after about two weeks, he gave up and said he would try one afternoon.  That’s all he needed.  He was hooked.  A cowboy like him couldn’t walk away from the wonderful smells of a stable and horses.  Of course, my prayer life increased ten fold, but it was worth it.