Oh Don’t Mind Us…We’re Just Cows Crossing the Road

The crew and I were all out one day, driving through the countryside looking for some property.  Our dream is to one day own our own piece of Greenup County paradise where we can run and play without the critical eyes of neighbors telling us our kids should put clothes on.  I mean, really!  The sun was high and hot and we were searching for one piece of land in particular for sale when we rounded a corner and came face to face with a herd of cattle.  An honest to goodness conga line of cows, just crossing the street.  Their big sleepy eyes turned and looked at us, super annoyed with the fact that we were a) there, b) rushing them.
I was giddy.  I squealed like a little kid, “Oh my goodness!  Kids LOOK!  Look at all these cows!”  The boys raised up in their seats.  “Uh, yeah mom.  That’s great.  Is there wi-fi out here?  I am NOT living out here if we can’t get wi-fi…”  Ugh.

So, Bessie and her posse finally crossed the road, heading to greener pastures, still looking very annoyed that we were there.  We drove on our merry way and found the property we were looking for.  Seeing all those cows was truly the highlight of my day.  I mean, it’s not everyday you see those big headed babies just walking down the road.  Well, not MY everyday…

After spending some time walking the property that was for sale and dreaming and planning, we headed back home.  I looked over at an adjacent farm and saw our cud chewing friends.  But this time, they were running.  I raised up and saw behind them men.  One was on a four wheeler, one was in a truck and another was running on foot…with a bucket and a stick.  Huh?  They were frantically chasing after these renegade cows.  Making all the noise they could muster these men were desperate to move these stubborn cows to where they were supposed to be.  Clearly where they were is NOT where they were supposed to be.  Everything clicked.  I realized that them crossing the street was not in the plan for these farmers and try as they may, they were not interested in going back.  As I watched the men scramble to get these cows attention and move them back to their home, God spoke to me and said,

“You know, you are like those cows.” 
Um, excuse me Lord?  Really?

Yeah.  You’re stubborn, bull headed, determined sometimes to go where you want to go, but shouldn’t.”
Oh, I see where you’re going with this…
“I’m the farmers.  I know what’s best for you.  It’s not that I don’t want you over there…it’s nice over there.  But back over here is where you need to be.  These cows put themselves in danger crossing the street, I mean you almost ran over them!”

Still watching the scene unfold, I see the farmers banging on the bucket, running, yelling, honking horns, and revving up motors, my internal dialogue continues.

But Lord, how will the farmers get the cows back over across the street?  They are SO big!
“Just like I do with you, Jill.  They’ll relentlessly chase after them until they get the cows attention.  They’ll do WHATEVER they have to in order to get the end result.  They will not give up.  Those farmers don’t care if they look foolish and don’t care how far they have to run.  They know they cannot just let the cows wander on their own volition.  Those cows are too important.  They have too much invested in the herd.  Just I do with you.
Ugh.  Right in the gut.  I see Lord.

We pass on by the field.  I don’t know if the cows ever gave up and decided to do the farmers bidding.  I’m sure they did though…eventually.  Just like with me, it may take a while, but after doing what I think is right, and what I want to do, I eventually do what is really the right thing.  What the Lord wanted for me all along.  Those cows had everything they needed on the side they were supposed to be on.  Stubbornness, greener pastures, and rebellion I suppose took them to the other side.  Rebellious cows.  That’s kinda funny.  While they didn’t have punked up hair, sunglasses and a cigarette hanging out of their mouths, their rebellious nature was soon bent as the farmers got them back home. As farm land and houses whizzed by my heart went back to the Lord.  A prayer of repentance and thanksgiving went up attached to a small request…

I’m sorry Lord.  I know You know best. 
Thank You for Your unending grace You are always so quick to give when I’m being as stubborn as those cows.  But, next time, does it have to be cows?  I mean, can’t You relate me to, I don’t know…something a little more, graceful and thin?  😀

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