Fearless Faith

Etched into the mature growth of our north pasture are an assortment of livestock trails. Some are quite direct while others aimlessly meander, unhurried in their roles. Most are quite narrow reflecting the tendency of the animals to walk in single file. Over time, dirt is displaced and erosion steps in to make sure each trail also exhibits depth. How deep? Just enough to bounce the truck once or twice if we’re not paying attention.

When livestock comes off the pasture, little change is seen until seemingly overnight the grass has encroached on the paths once more. It is a small thing and yet...