Randy’s dairy, three miles southeast of us. He calls these girls to the barn, and they come. Knows them by name.
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Cows, sheep, us . . .
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Ever notice how there’s always someone, something we follow?
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“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.” —John 10:27
What a fun picture!
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Such a beautiful herd.
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