When you have cattle they will, at some point, be a lot of work. A couple weeks ago we took some of our yearling calves to graze down the grass around the barn at our Christmas tree farm. They were corralled with two strands of electric fence, only the zap wasn’t strong enough to keep them in. They got spooked, went through the fence and ran across our property to the neighbors on the hill. Of course, from that point there was no fence for miles.
I had gone to help Jon and Kristi round them up and was soon chiding myself for forgetting my rain pants. The waist-high grass was wet from the continual rain. Once we rounded them up, they cooperated in the drive back to the back. That is until we tried pushing them in to the barn. With no fence, it was the three of us against a group of young, concerned animals. They could bolt and we would be off on another chase.
My mind raced through names of friends that we might call for help. On a Sunday evening, I couldn’t think of any close enough to arrive before a disaster happened. Then the words of a song came to mind, “What a Friend We Have in Jesus.” Of course, He is always with me. And He is my best friend. I began to ask Jesus for help.
The story from I Samuel 6 came to mind. The Philistines took two cows with young calves at their side and separated the calves. The soldiers hitched the untrained cows to a cart and they skillfully and willingly pulled it over the hills to deliver the Ark of the Covenant back to the Israelites. God directed the cows against their natural instinct to return to their calves. I called on Him to do the same with our cows as one was eyeing a path of escape. Quietly, the yearlings walked into the barn where we could lock them up until the fence was fixed.
Have you ever tried to fix your problems yourself before asking your friend, Jesus, for help?
Not since last night. Zeus, our cat, slipped out of the house here in Tucson near sunset. With Cyotes, Havilenas, Snakes and all sorts of bad things out at night, we searched for over an hour before I remembered to pray. Amazingly, shortly after the prayer, Zeus showed up on the front porch. How soon we forget what an awesome God we have and wonderful friend. Thanks Nancey.