More than once on my walks, I encountered deer at a time when I was feeling uneasy, worried or distressed. I might be walking along, staring at the ground, hands tight, my mind gnawing and then a sound would make me look up into a woods. For a few moments, my eyes were upon a deer, while my mind saw nothing but brush. Like walking with the Creator of the universe, while feeling angst.
The deer always stood very still and stared directly at me, just like those fake ones people put in their yard. I would stop and stare back, maybe say a quiet “hello” and tell them how exquisite they are. Or smile, breathe and take in their very presence.
The life force of a deer is like an Olympic sprinter at the blocks. Beautiful, motionless and mute, they are teeming with life, an essence so vital and raw, that with a swoosh of a white tail, it bursts and drives them off in an instant to slip back to their secret places. The messengers gone, my feet would begin to walk again. My hands were loosened, my mind clear. My arms might swing, sweet peace sliding through and around them, bolstering me with lightness.
God shows Himself in His creation in gifts of gentleness and compassion. They are His provision of peace for me to behold. I don’t ever have to endure fear while walking with my Creator.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27
Meeting God at the Park 
I love that photo, but where is the deer?
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