The Cow in the Road.( This is a true story)

This morning I had an experience that was rather odd for me and my older daughter. On the way to school we encountered a cow in the road. A real one. We dont know how it got there or where it came from. We have taken the same road to school for two years. It just stood there looking at us. Then moved aside as I drove by. Mia loved having a story to tell her class. The cow was gone on my way home but it stuck in my mind.

As Christians we often encounter “cows in the road” or things that distract us from our chosen destination.  Often times these things are called sin. Other times they are detours to a bigger and better destination. The truth is we never know where we are going until we put our faith in God. Lately, I have been not feeling God so much because I let myself get to involved in other things that werent even important.

This cow for me, symbolized some new expectations in my journey. I know that I need to detour away from certain things and take another route. Doing that is very difficult for me because I like the simple path that I am currently on. God has challenged me to get off my butt and try something a little out of my element. I definitely keep it posted.

On the other hand….

Sometimes “a cow in the road” is just ” a cow in the road.

 

What are we hiding from?

I just had an experience where someone told me that I couldn’t say something because people would think badly of them because of it. It concerned my child so I would think that I could say whatever I wanted about how child is effected by things.

I will not repeat the story but sometimes I think that people don’t realize that we cant hide from the things that define us. Some people that I have met over the years seem to be together on the surface but falling apart underneath or on the inside.

My kids are little. They are already learning that we hide things from the public. By wearing long sleeves or bandaids when we have marks on us that others questions. I can say that I am partly to blame for that. I dont want other people to question me or my parenting skills.

The truth is that I am not ashamed of the fact that I carry visible scars from my struggles with sin. It has taken me many years to realize that by not hiding myself people will get to know the “real” me. My struggles can help other people and in turn more people will learn how Jesus can work in their life. It just bugs me sometimes that other people feel better hiding than being themselves. In God’s eyes we cant hide our sins. What are we hiding from?