Sunday is typically the day people everywhere gather in worship. We are lucky and blessed to still have the freedom to do so in our great country.

Worship means a lot of different things, depending on who you ask.

For some, it is gathering in a church building Sunday mornings, Sunday evenings, and Wednesday evenings as well. We once viewed worship in this way. For years, my family and I would gather together to sing with the congregation and then listen to the message the preacher would bring forth. We ventured out to other churches, and I’ll never forget the way it felt so programmed and rehearsed in certain churches and religions, in fact.

Many years later, after much conflict within the body of the church, we decided to take worship to a new level. While we missed some of the “cookie cutter” ways of the traditional church, we ventured out on our own to find God among the beautiful sunrise, sunsets, and miles of trails on horseback that we’d ride in between.

Worship is, indeed, a lot of things to different people. For us, we feel one with God and nature, and we feel we can worship right from the saddle as we take in all of the beauty that surrounds us.