There’s something about Mo. Maybe it’s her deer-like coloring, snuggly gentleness, diminutive size, or independent spirit—whatever it is, she’s everyone’s favorite. Kids and adults alike scoop her up into their arms, and before long, they start talking about taking her home.
Unfortunately, Mo is a bit timid, so she doesn’t get as much milk as she needs. She’s tiny and allows herself to be pushed around by her siblings. She’s being supplemented with milk replacer and Calf Manna, and she eats grain, hay, and weeds, but she’s still too thin.
This morning, I decided that Mo needs to see herself not as a victim or even a survivor but a conqueror. “From now on,” I told her, “you’re Mo the Mighty. You're not weak, you’re mighty! You're not scared, you’re mighty!”
“Let the weak say, I am strong [a warrior]!” –JOEL 3:10 (AMP)