Dreams – Helping Horses – Helping People

I love them! I would live in a barn with as many as I could, if finances allowed. It’s a passion of mine. Passion is a driving force for the soul. My dream is to one day make enough money with Pink Zebra to open a rescue program in our area. Equestrian therapy, helping the community with jobs, I could go on and on about my dreams and future plans. Helping horses, helping people. Well that just screams heaven on earth to me. 

My nephew Devin suffers from a rare genetic disease known as PMD. He is and always will be wheelchair bound. The thought of putting him on a horse and giving him the legs he does not have drives me. One day it will happen. My reasons why are big enough. 

 
I got to talk to this special little man on the phone yesterday! My heart broke and soared at the same time. I snuffed back tears. We have not seen each other since 2011. The miles keep us apart only physically. This young man holds a special place in my heart that not many understand. I was the first to find out my sister was pregnant with him. He was my first nephew. He made me an aunt. 

So, I was digging through some old photos and found some pictures of my favorite horses.  Our Honey was our first rescue horse. Her spirit could not be matched. Her love and affection for my children shined through her abuse from day one.  Unfortunately all we could do was give her the best life she could have until she took her final breath. 

Here’s our beloved Honey with our second oldest daughter. Honey loved having the kids on her back. It was her purpose. 

  
My favorite horse I’ve ever owned was Axel. I named him after Axel Rose.. For all you G&R lovers out there. Lol

He was the first horse I ever bonded with. Now if you have ever bonded with an animal you know the feeling.. Bonding with this horse did something to me. I will always be connected to him. He was the one who let me cry my river of tears into his mane when my mom died. He was the first to show me what earning a horses trust and respect meant.  The day we sold him, my heart shattered. Thankfully I sold him to friends, so I can visit him. It’s still too hard though. I miss him so much. 

   
 

My bond with Sky is different. She respects me as her herd leader, but she can never take the place of that baby boy who I love so dearly.  Sky has a much wilder spirit than Axel. She is a beautiful animal and great companion. My love for her will last forever. She’s very strong willed!! 

   
 
I’m all out of order here… Maybe lack of sleep! The first horse we ever owned was Bailey. She LOVED the kids and food. Lots of food. We miss her too. She went to a good home and is still being enjoyed by children. I’m sure this makes her happy!! 

   

  

 

Visit us online at Sprinkles of Faith 

Become a zebra and together we can watch our dreams come true! 

-Emily and Kenan Dibrell

 
 

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About Sprinkles of Faith

I am wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend. I have 5 kids who are amazing. I enjoy home schooling, gardening, and living my simple farm life. My mother went home to be with Jesus in 2013. Through pain and heartache my husband and I started on a new adventure that is changing our lives. Pink Zebra. After less than 4 short months with the company, I promoted 3 times. I am now an Executive Manager and Kenan is a Manager! Kenan and I love working for such a great company and meeting so many new people. Sprinkles of Faith is dedicated in loving memory of my mother. Check out my website to learn more about Pink Zebra. sprinklesoffaith.com "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as for the Lord, not for men." Colossians 3:23

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