Sometimes the grass really is greener on the other side.
I watched the cows parade through the field towards the gate
leading into the next field. They were knee-high in scrub and briars, ankle
deep in marsh, and the little grass that was there had been nibbled to the
roots.
Yes, the field beyond beckoned. Planted in barley (I think),
it tempted and tantalised the cows but the fence was just too high. They are
still in the scrub tonight, chewing a bitter cud.
One day that gate, or another into an equally green field,
will be opened for those cows and they will delight in a richer diet. The
farmer hasn’t forgotten them. He’s just got the bigger perspective, and he
knows what’s good for that herd.
We can all get stuck in the scrubland for a season, but God
doesn’t forget us. He knows what’s right for us and when, and at just the right
moment the gate will open and we will delight ourselves in the lush beauty of
new pastures.
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