Once upon a time there was a beautiful baby horse named Powder. This was his name because white was the only color on his small body, with the exception of his big blue eyes. Powder was so handsome. Everyone said that he belonged at the farm where he was born because they thought he was great. One day, the owner of the farm discovered that Powder was blind and he was told he could no longer live on the farm. Most people knew that the owner of the farm was wrong; everyone is exactly the same in God’s eyes. Some people don’t understand very important things about life; the owner didn’t understand.
Soon, in a faraway place where blind horses were loved, someone heard about Powder. “Oh my,” they said, “why would his owner make him leave his home because he cannot see?” They decided to invite Powder to come to live with them. It wasn’t very long before a nice man brought the beautiful white baby horse to live at the new place where everyone loved blind horses. When Powder stepped off the trailer, everyone said “Hello Powder! Welcome home!” Powder made lots of friends at the new place. They helped him learn a lot about his pasture. Powder thought his new place was great!
One day, a helper at the new farm saw that Powder wasn’t walking right. In fact, he was stumbling around. “Oh no,” she thought, “I wonder if something is wrong with Powder?”
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The vet came and checked him out. She told the farm helpers that Powder had a bad disease and he was going to die very soon. The helpers at the farm began to call other helpers and told them to come quickly. They were very sad. Powder was going to die. Everyone talked together and decided to make his last days really happy.
The helpers at the farm wanted Powder to live, but they also knew that Powder would love the special place where he was going once he died; Heaven. God lives in Heaven, and it is a place without tears and hurt. When people die we miss them on Earth but we know they are in a better place.
One night, the leader knew Powder was so sick and did not feel well at all. She hugged him very carefully and cried big tears. She was very sad that he was going away, but she knew he was going to Heaven where he could be whole again. In the middle of the night, Powder died in her arms and went right to Heaven.
The helpers cried and a special funeral was planned for Powder. To remember him, they planted flowers on his grave and went to see it often. But Powder wasn’t sad. He was right there in Heaven the moment he died. Powder loved Heaven! He had finally found the place he needed. Powder thought, “Heaven will always be my place. Forever and ever. No one will ever tell me to leave this place! No one ever leaves Heaven. I’m safe here!”
So it was that Powder lived forever and ever running in the beautiful pastures in Heaven where God lives. One by one Powder’s friends and family joined him there. And just like Powder, everyone thought that Heaven was truly a wonderful place; forever and ever.