The Baby Cow Sunday

I must first say that I kind of live out in the country where there are lots of cows, horses, and sheep. I love sitting on the couch and listening to the cows "mooing" out in my backyard. Today Tracy and I were on our way to church and all of a sudden Tracy says, "What is the baby cow doing outside the fence?" I looked and sure enough the cutest white baby cow was outside his fence. I drove by very slowly and said, "We should go help it back in!" It was obviously very disoriented and kept trying to find a place to enter back into the pasture. I felt such a responsibility for this little calf! 

A member of my bishopric owns land over by the cow pasture, and when we got to church I went and talked to him about this helpless cow. He didn't think it was his, but thought he knew who it belonged to and went to call them. I couldn't help but think of that baby cow through all three hours of church. It was not a baby lamb, but I was able to draw many parallels between that baby cow and the lambs of the fold. It was a personal reminder to me of our Heavenly Father's mercy. We can always come back to the fold. 

When we drove back after church, there was no cow on the road. I assume that it got back with it's herd safely. I was very relieved. I don't know why this affected me so much but it did. I am glad that the little calf is back where it belongs and hopefully it learned to stay where it belongs.