It’s minus 5 outside tonight and as I looked outside I spotted two deer moving through the snow. They crossed the road in front of our home. I could see their silhouettes in the street light. It must be cold even for deer. They move with such stealth. They could be angels and perhaps they are. They have such grace. They slip into the darkness and vanish from my sight.
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? –Psalm 42