I was up in the south pasture this morning before first light. As I turned to descend to the front yard, I heard a snort. Several deer had been standing under our apple tree (probably munching on windfalls) and I hadn't even seen them. They streaked across the fence line, silhouetted against the rose of the sky, and - like Jody's deer in The Yearling - were gone forever. I don't believe I will ever lose the sense of wonder that I feel when I see a deer out in the open.
The situation with Mother continues to be a mess. We need so much wisdom, so much patience, so much grace. I feel unequal to the task, and am fighting discouragement. Please pray for all of us, loved ones.
As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So pants my soul for You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God...
~Psalm 42:1-2
