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We were walking in the back pasture when we came upon the pair, a mother and her newborn calf, away from the herd, life coming quietly into the world while no one was watching. The calf lay squirming, his momma cleaning him with long, tender strokes of the tongue. But the calf was eager to get on with it, the wide open pasture before him, a blue sky above. The possibilities seemed endless as he tried to get his four legs beneath him and take that first step. Over and over aga

I struggle every day. Just the other morning, I found myself in a state of disenchantment, struggling to see the path before me, a path I...