Sorting

Yesterday, my dad called the house and said that he needed some help Over Home. Over Home is what we call my grandpa's birthplace. We drove over there, knowing that we had to sort some cattle. Woohoo.
After a little trouble, all the cows were corralled into the barnyard. Now was the hard part: sorting the calves out from the cows. Basically, Dad would stand in the gate opening and let the cows go by while blocking the calves from following. Not as easy as it sounds.
My point in talking about this was that it reminded me of when God wants to move us. Sometimes we move willingly, but other times we are the cow that puts her head down and stares defiantly.
I guess I want to remind you that no matter how hard it is, moving when God tells you to is always safer. If a cow doesn't cooperate, we have to move her by slapping her rear with a stick. Kinda sounds like the wake-up calls that we get sometimes, doesn't it? :)
Oh, and by the way. We were sorting the cows so that we could wean the calves. So if you hear a cow bawling, pray for us this week. It might be our cow. ;)