Quick Before I Get Sidetrack'd

One step became two which became four which was soon followed by eight. Now you take enough steps to carry you half-way across the room, soon you will take steps that could carry you half-way around the globe.

As these sweet, wobbly baby steps often end with a tumble, I pray that your steps become sure and purposeful. As you take hold of my hand now for security and balance, I pray that one day you will take hold of Christ. As you begin to stretch your legs and wings, I pray that I will have the strength and courage to let you fly when the time comes.

As you grow from an infant to a toddler I hold you close when I can knowing that just as this first year has flown by so will the ones that follow.

I live in suburbia. Not on the outskirts of town, but right in the middle of an established residential area. Knowing this, you might imagine my surprise this morning in seeing a dead deer on a neighborhood street about a half mile from my home. As Little and I strolled down the sidewalk on our morning walk, I looked over and saw a good size deer laying feet up on the side of the road!

You might ask if I’m sure it was real to which I would reply, “Yes, complete with swarming flies and a stench that can only be associated with rotting animal flesh.”

How did it get there? I’ll probably never know.