I happened to look out the window yesterday morning and saw Belle – the youngest of our calves – walking across the yard.
It was a cold, drizzly and windy day. Not a good time for a little gal to be away from her mama.
The problem was – she was short enough to walk right under the electric fence. To her – that fence wasn’t a boundary – just a mere suggestion.
Maybe the grass did look greener on the other side.
Maybe she just wanted a little adventure.
Maybe she wasn’t paying attention.
But there she was on the wrong side of the fence walked away from the safety, protection, and life-giving nourishment of her mama.
I quickly found my shoes and went out to round her up.
But she didn’t want to be rounded up, and took off running in the other direction.
She was down the hill and almost to the ravine before she stopped for a breath. When she did, she realized she was lost.
She let a scared little bellow for her mama – but it was lost in the hollowing wind.
She had gone too far.
I quietly walked behind her and got her turned around and running in the right direction.
It was several minutes – and a few false turns before she ran back under the electric fence – and several more before she found her mama.
The whole incident was eye-opening for me.
I saw her danger. I wanted to help. But I couldn’t make her go in the pen. I just kept pointing her in the right direction until she finally crossed the fence.
As a mother – I could see so many lessons in Belle’s little romp.
How can I make sure my kids see Biblical boundaries as safeguards and not suggestions?
How can I stay faithful in pointing them in the right direction, even when they don’t always want to listen?
How can I stress them to them the importance of staying near so they can hear their Master’s voice – no matter how loudly the world tries to drown it out?
This morning as I looked out the window, I witnessed a very different scene.
Little Belle was standing right next to her mama when the cows walked in for water. She nursed for a long time , doing little happy dances as she went from one side to the other.
Then, with a bulging tummy full of warm milk, she jumped and twirled and kicked up her feet as she followed her mama all the way back to the pasture.
And I thought to myself, that’s what I want for my children.
Safety at the Savior’s side.
Joy and contentment in obedience.