
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.
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