is, when wondering which road to take home, consider which you would be the least likely to hit a deer on.
Driving home tonight from work, the dark night air swirled around the van as it forged its way through the damp fall weather.
No headlights, taillights in front of me, or in back.
Just dark. No street lights out here.
The whir of the engine and the glow of the dashboard the only things breaking this lightless silence.
It kind of makes me twitchy, all of these ‘wide open spaces’.
I press the radio button and off the walls and into my ears sing praise songs, worshipful melodies.
See the faint glow of red up ahead of me, I release my shoulders a little.
But to live out here is to live in the country, and I think of all the times that I’ll be driving this route, high beams on and radio loud to keep my mind focused and relaxed.
So I take a deep breath and whisper scripture the whole way.
and my all time favorite, 2 Corinthians 12:9- for when I need to remember that his grace is all sufficient.
And I pray like crazy that the reflectors I see in the ditch isn’t a deer.
And it wasn’t.
God is good.