The Wounded Cow

Wounded Cow

Annalise (6yrs): Mommy, I made this for you!

Me: Awww, thank you! It’s a cute cow.

Annalise: It’s you. Keep it by your bed every night.

Me: Oh …. Okay….

Annalise: You see how her back legs are torn and then re-attached?

Me: Yeah, did you accidentally do that? It’s okay! I still like her.

Annalise: No, Mommy. You don’t understand.

Me: No?

Annalise: She’s been wounded. She’ll never walk right. God let that happen to her.

Me: He did?

Annalise: Yes, but not because He doesn’t love her. See? He’s smiling. He has his big, long arms wrapped around her. He helps her keep walking.

Me: Why doesn’t He heal her all the way?

Annalise: Nobody knows for sure. But I have two really good guesses. First, He wants the cow to remember she needs His love to keep going. Every time it hurts, she remembers Him and feels His arms.

Me: That’s a good guess. What’s your second one?

Annalise: He wants her to see her own wound, every day, and then let that help her find others who are wounded. Then she can really see them and help them. Every time it hurts more, she tries to love more.



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