Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. ~Garth Brooks

While the crew went into the petting zoo I walked around and came upon some Alpacas. I stopped and was quickly reminded of something that happened 9 years ago. My mind began to reflect in the stinky barn.
I once hated these creatures - with a passion. Deep hate. Loath hate.
I rode horses at BYU for 3 years. My senior year, BYU decided to send all the horses up to Ricks College and use the land for Alpacas instead.
I prayed. We all prayed to save the Equestrian Program. I am sure I even fasted.
The answer came - the horses were leaving.
I cried. Said some things I shouldn't have (that Tom still reminds me of). And cried some more.
Turns out - the Alpacas were a blessing. Yes - a blessing.
I got to train one-on-one with my BYU trainer at a farm in Springville. I learned to train green horses. Jumped so high. Learned how to castrate a horse, breed a horse, and birth a horse.
Blessings in disguise.
I looked at these Alpacas at the Fair - reminded me that the best may yet to come.