When we were on our way home from the beach, we rounded the corner on a busy highway and were met by the terrified faces of three deer – a mama and two tiny babies.
Please note for the record: I hate deer. They eat my flowers and mess up my yard and they are not beautiful to me – they are supersized vermin. However, these little baby ones were pretty darn cute.
Back to my story: the sudden arrival of our car into their Saturday morning stroll, scared the fawns and caused them to first freeze in the road and then to wander right back into our lane. We were completely stopped at this point, just watching them try to figure out their travel plans, and then the funniest thing happened. The mama deer totally stared us down! She moved our direction while her babies scurried like mad behind her and I swear to you she was ready to body slam our SUV had we made one move toward them. This made us laugh because A. She wouldn’t have won that fight and B. If she’s so protective, maybe she oughta get her babies off the road, yes?
This month I’ve been frustrated with the passion level in my life. I’m normally exuberantly in love with the Word and with time with God, but recently I’ve seriously struggled to maintain my energy and focus. And I’ve been feeling like I just haven’t been finding cool stuff in the Word like I used to. It’s been frustrating, but not frustrating enough, you know? If it were MORE frustrating, I would have fixed it sooner.
So, this morning as I opened the pages of the living and active Word of God, there were about a hundred things that jumped out into my heart. Isaiah 50-52 – amazing. Psalm 92 – incredible. 2 Peter 1 – life changing. I do not exaggerate here…these three portions of scripture could feed a starving nation. As I was journaling on the passages, I realized this: the mama deer is both brilliant and bumbling and I need to be more and less like her. Every day in the Word, I know that little seeds fall and are planted. But I live in a high-traffic area where it’s pretty hard to keep little ones alive if you aren’t willing to be absolutely vicious with the giant distractions that come rolling through. Two things the Holy Spirit very kindly mentioned:
- Be ruthless…rude…yay, verily, even mean-spirited with the things that are vying to dilute or destroy the word in your life. For me, I can’t do secular music – not because it’s evil, but because it’s like a minivan heading down the highway, aimed at the newly-birthed life in me. Internet? Same deal to some degree. Just two examples of a million other things that are hungry to turn revelation into roadkill if I’m not vigilant.
- Don’t – for goodness and Bambi’s sake – try to raise babies on the freeway. During the summer I don’t have to take kids to school, so I’ve been able to sleep later in the mornings and still have the same amount of time to do my “quiet time” (for unknown reasons, that term makes me laugh and I always feel the need to put it in quotations) before work. However, the trouble? It doesn’t work for me. The traffic starts rolling through my life by about 7:00 a.m., and so to really be with Him in a quiet, grassy area…to lay down by still waters and take a long drink…it has to happen earlier than that.
I would have liked to not post this today. I’d like for you to think my life is together and terrific all the time. But for me, this is like a public journal entry that will help me stay honest and focused on what I know works in my life. If it works for you as well, that’s great, but I would never want to impose my way on your way…I just include you in my journey because I like the company.
Excited for fresh life (but still not crazy about deer),