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Wednesday, 31 May 2017

The grass really is greener...

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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