Wake-Up Call from a Deer

My jerkface cats insisted that I wake up at 6:00, 6:20; 6:45, 7:04, and 7:20 this morning. This after staying up until midnight watching Hellboy with Phil and Joe Hamm (aka Joham) and before a day that involves leading worship at 10:00, playing music at a church celebration event until 2:00, then setting up and playing the gig at ComedySportz. In other words, I really needed that two hours of sleep Mercutio and Sebastian denied me. Jerks.

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."