Phil and I spent this evening having some quality time alone with our granddaughter, Anne Marie. We had a blast, and among other things, we went to the new Chik-Fil-A for dinner. They always have a fresh flower on each table. Beautiful, aren't they? The first week they opened, they had these parachuting cows raining down from the ceiling. And it looks like they even put Anne's picture on their placemats! Tonight their cow was there, playing with the kids and posing for pictures with them. "Look!" I told Anne "The big cow, let's go see him and take your picture with him!" But she was very afraid of the cow! She would not get close to the cow even with grandpa holding her. She kept her eye on the cow even while he was outside, just in case he might sneak over and turn up too close. But when we were leaving, we saw the smaller little female cow, with a bow and long eyelashes. Anne was not quite as afraid of her, and agreed to meet her if grandpa held her tightly. But you can see the suspicious look on her face. I did finally find out why she was afraid. She said this to me: "There's someone inside. It's not a real cow." Very smart girl, she doesn't know WHO is inside. We don't speak to strangers, nor do we follow them. Especially when we are four years old.
"He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because thy know his voice. But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run away from him because they do not recognize a stranger's voice." John 10:3,5