Runaway Plastic Cows

You know those giant fake cows that often sit in front of a steak house or an ice cream shop?  The really, really big ones that tower over your head?

Last week I was driving in Wisconsin (where else, if I'm talking about cows?) on the Interstate.  I was coming up to an overpass, and I looked up, and guess what I saw?  One of those giant cows, running across the overpass bridge at a fast clip!  (No... I didn't get a photo.  I didn't grab my phone fast enough).

Now I KNOW that in reality, it wasn't really running... but it sure looked like it.  The vehicle that must have been pulling it was hidden behind the wall of the bridge.

The image of the fake cow running across the bridge had me giggling a good way of my trip.  I even had to call my husband to tell him about the runaway cow.

But other than making me giggle... that image has been making me think.  So often I find myself trying to explain to people how I KNOW that God is at work in my life.  And sometimes people question whether I'm sane!

It's a bit like the fake cow.  When I saw it, I knew it was being pulled by something I couldn't see.  It really was the best explanation.  But I suppose someone else, who felt they could trust only what they could see, might think I was crazy to assume a car or truck was the cause of the runaway cow.

For me?  I know the cow was being pulled by a vehicle.  And I know my life is being guided by the unseen hand of God.  There's no other explanation to being on the road that I am...