This One is a Survivor

I woke up this morning, thankful for another day. As I looked out the bedroom window, a doe and her fawn froze, ears attentive, looking towards the house. As I watched them for a while, the fawn would mimic her mother impeccably..."This one is a survivor," I thought to myself.  Most fawns around here fall prey to the local coyote population. Last year, a coyote was casually sniffing along the cedar hedgeline when it perked up and jaunted around to the far side of the hedges. Minutes later, a small mass of light brown somehow appeared and lay unmoving. With no coyote in sight, and upon closer observation, the light brown mass turned out to be a not-so-healthy looking, fawn. It had obviously been gutted unceremoniously and left for scavengers, as there was no other nutritional value left for the coyote...Such is life, I guess.  Survival of the fittest...

The doe and young fawn outside my window grazed a while longer. Their quiet beauty inspired me, but ever alert, something stirred them to sprint off into the protection of the forest. The fawn a breath away from her mother..."This one is a survivor."

I will not say much more to you, for the prince of this world is coming. He has no hold over me, but he comes so that the world may learn that I love the Father and do exactly what my Father has commanded me.

“Come now; let us leave." ~John 14:30-31