I remember as a kid on the farm we had cows. My dad worked 2nd shift and when I got old enough it fell to me to do the evening milking. Now our cows had a little pasture down the lane a ways so to save time dad had a special call he would use. He’d call and soon the cows would appear in the lane out of the pasture headed up for their milking. He taught me the call but it took awhile before the cows would respond to my call. So, till they did, I’d have to walk all the way down to get them moving. Sometimes it takes us a little while before we respond to God’s call, as well.