Wake-Up Call from a Deer
Finally, at 7:45, I conceded that I was very unlikely to benefit from lying around any more. I determined to get up. Just at that very moment, clearly mocking me, my alarm went off. Grr. (I mean, Jennie Mehargrr.) So I got up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was thinking about how hard it was going to be to maintain energy for the day as I walked over to the medicine cabinet and glanced out the window.
There, not fifteen feet from the house, was a deer sauntering through my back yard.
He was a buck, four points, his coat already grey for winter, just walking through my yard like he owned the place. He vanished before I could get Karen in a position to see him. But my heart is still pounding just thinking about him.
So the wildlife adventures on Castleton Road continue; two opossum skeletons in the shed, the mouse I found in the yard, several species of birds I can't identify, and now a deer.
I just have to thank God for letting me know, with that little adrenaline surge, "I will give you the strength to do what you are doing today in My name."