True story. We were driving through Arkansas and I was watching a herd of cows out my window. I’ve always thought they could just as easily be cardboard cutouts, because they never seemed to move. Well, just then, out of the corner of my eye I notice a “Momma” cow trucking quickly across a path. All the other critters are still cardboard characters except this other one tiny, baby calf. It is running after the Momma cow…sort of. The Momma cow is hoofing it and the calf is trying to keep up, trying to follow her. But you know how that goes. Baby calf takes a wobbly step or two and falls. Gets up and takes another few steps and falls. Then sees some clover and heads over to the clover to eat a bite. Then runs after momma, falling, and rolling down the hill. Baby calf gets up and shakes the dirt off and begins the trek up the hill to where Momma is now a bit of a distance away. The little one begins taking a few bold steps…a bite of clover…and a few more steps. Just then, the Momma cow stops, looks over her shoulder at the calf, and I don’t know if cows have lips or not, but the Momma cow smiled at the calf. Truly! Then I heard His still small voice, “It doesn’t matter if the calf gets off course or gets dirty or seems to be further separated from the Momma than at one time. The only thing that matters is that the calf is following after the Momma.”