Good Cow, Bad Cow

You’ve gotta love a place that caters to kids  in a way adults can enjoy.

I was at Chick-fil-a with Heather, the girls and Ryken the other night.

On Tuesdays, they have family fun night. Singers. Folks making balloon animals. Face painters. Clowns.d0bba8ff-d0c8-4f1e-a60a-55201ac02b33

A little circus in a very small, contained space.

Isley could barely contain herself. She wanted her face painted and a balloon animal. Eating wasn’t the focus.

Ryken was watching everything. He saw the balloons, and his eyes grew in appreciation. He looked at kids with their faces painted like animals and laughed.

And then he saw him.

The cow.

imagesThe Chick-fil-a cow is one big dude. He looms over everyone. Whoever was inside the costume that evening was also broad shouldered. He was Super Bovine.

Isley, undeterred by size or species, walked up and high-fived him. She had already gotten her face painted as a tiger, so tiny tiger meeting giant cow seemed appropriate. She made a few comments, which the cow was unable to respond to, and went on her way.

Ryken had seen him from a distance, and his face lit up. He pointed, kept saying, “Moo”, and seemed genuinely eager to have a close encounter of a personal kind.

Until the cow stood in front of him.eaef5a36-8ff9-4bc0-9bed-a878fd5bd681

Joy segued to concern to terror to tears. Quickly.

The cow got it. Waved kindly. Mooooved on. (Had to do that.)

As soon as the cow put distance between him and us, Ryken’s tears dried. He grinned. Pointed at the cow. “Moo.”

He didn’t know what to think of the cow. He wasn’t comfortable with him because he didn’t know him. But part of him wanted to high five him just like his sister had.

There are times when I treat God like that.

I remember how He’s worked in my life, on my behalf. I see what He’s doing in the lives of others. I want to be closer to Him and trust Him more fully.

Then I see how friends whom I know love Jesus are dealing with great pain. Loss. Tragedy. Hard times.4a689bfb-681f-4e50-9868-1cfd8823100b

And I wonder when the other shoe will drop. When things others are experiencing will happen to me.

I become afraid. Of what He might choose to do. To grow me up.

Growing up becomes fearful.

Then I’m reminded.

“There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear.”   I John 4:18a

We fear because we can’t control life. Circumstances. Other people.

We may be enamored with knowing God because of what we think He will do for us.

I choose how I live each day. If I choose to engage God, He gives me what I need to deal with the circumstances over which I have no control.

I don’t have to fear that He’s setting me up for failure or pain. Those things will happen, but God walks with me through it.

I don’t have to be afraid of His motivation. It’s to love and protect. Me.

Ryken? He doesn’t have to fear the cow.

Buddy, invite the cow to stay.









4 responses to “Good Cow, Bad Cow”

  1. ” If I choose to engage God, He gives me what I need to deal with the circumstances over which I have no control.” Very true and very wise. And- that face painting job was something else!


    1. The face painting was unbelievable! I’ve never seen something quite so exquisite. And thanks for your kind words, my friend.


  2. Dayle, I can relate to Isley and Ryken and Moo also High Five – BUT FEARFUL I am! I AGREE with You and HE does GIVE me what I NEED to deal with the things over which I have NO CONTROL! HE DOES PROTECT me! [Thank You for I John 4:18a] Love and Blessings!


  3. Thanks, Lo. He truly is faithful.


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