The view outside my window this morning. If I were home, I’d be looking at a million things that needed to be done. I could be doing laundry, or yard work, or just watching some brain-numbing television. I could have slept in, would definitely have already eaten breakfast, and been sitting around bored.
Instead I woke at 5:45, donned some camouflage garb, and sucked down a quick cup of coffee. I painted my face, checked to make sure I had all the necessities, and then climbed into the cab of My Handy Man’s truck. We set off for the Clay Hill bow stand long before the sun peeked over the horizon.
After hiking a half mile in, we quickly set up our gear and sat down. We enjoyed watching a little rabbit scurry about as he tried to find his breakfast. We could see birds flitting from one tree to the next. From somewhere I could not see, a turkey was raising quite a ruckus. We watched the sun rise one breathtaking moment at a time.
Before we knew what hit us, we were covered in whitetail. They seemed to come from all directions at once. A doe and a yearling came one way, a couple of spikes came from somewhere else, and from seemingly out of nowhere a nice sized 6 point. That one was a cull buck as he had no brow tines. And, he was mine if only he would step out and into range.
My heart was pounding and it was difficult to control my breathing. Silently, I willed him to take a few steps in my direction. He did not listen to my unspoken plea, just continued to happily munch on the breakfast he had come for. And, then he turned and walked away.
My morning was not filled with to-do lists, Saturday morning relaxation, or even puttering around in the yard. My view could never have been made with human hands. My eyes were filled with the wonder and beauty of God’s creation. And, I cannot wait to go out and see it again.