Almost 10 years ago, I started this Mama’s Empty Nest blog. I’ve been sharing throw-back posts from the earlier years of this blog on Thursdays for the last few weeks and here is yet another one of those.
We’re in a waiting pattern. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for the virus outbreak to subside. Waiting for our states to reopen and businesses to thrive once more. Waiting to be released from this prison of sorts we’ve been subjected to by volunteering to be “sheltering in place, staying home, flattening the curve.”
Some of us are still shivering in fear over what’s transpired, uncertain of the future, wary of all the conflicting information at our fingertips. But we don’t have to be afraid while we wait as I wrote back in May 2011. May my words from then encourage and give you hope now.
I spotted another harbinger of spring recently, reminding me this is the season of rebirth, but also of something more profound.
White-tail deer inundate the area near our country home. We’ve had our fair share of run-ins with these cute creatures turned dangerous when they slam into cars driving down our highways.
Road kill’s a natural occurrence here and it’s almost unusual not to see dead deer lying on the side of the road. The damage they inflict on our vehicles is unbelievable. So when I spot deer nearby while I’m driving, I’ve learned to slow down considerably. Sometimes I lay on the horn repeatedly to frighten the critters away so they don’t ram into my car.
The other day, while driving home from work, I decided to travel a two-lane bi-way instead of the four-lane highway. As I was rounding a bend notorious for deer crossing, a doe scurried across the road in front of my car.
I immediately braked and quickly glanced in the direction she had come expecting to see another doe or maybe even a buck following her because once I saw the largest buck I’ve ever seen in my entire life at this exact spot. Instead, I spied a tiny, trembling, spotted fawn standing at the top of an embankment, reminding me that deer give birth to their babies in the spring.
That adorable little baby deer appeared so startled by what was transpiring that he just buckled his stick-like legs under his polka-dotted body and lay down on the bank by the side of the road.
Why don’t I carry my camera with me at all times? He would have made an adorable picture. Seeing that fragile fawn warmed my heart but also made me fear for his safety. I hope he stayed on the bank until his mommy came back for him and didn’t wander out onto the road.
All of this reminded me that sometimes, especially when we’re fearful about what lies ahead of us, we just hunker down like that little fawn. We wait to see what will happen or we become paralyzed with fear, hoping to be rescued much like I imagine that spotted baby deer expected from his mother.
And that’s not always a bad thing. Sometimes, we just need to wait…..and wait…..and wait until God shows us what He wants us to do.
I must admit that often I feel like that scared fawn on the side of the road. I feel fragile and wobbly when I can’t figure out what’s going on in my life and what I’m supposed to do. But that’s when my rescuer lets me sense His presence.
Recently, I’ve allowed myself to feel exactly like a frightened fawn trembling beside a busy highway of life. One morning at a very early hour, I awakened abruptly because I heard someone loudly calling my name. I was certain my husband had already arisen and for some reason had called out to me.
My eyes opened in a flash, my heart pounded, and I expected to see hubby standing near me. He wasn’t. I looked around our bedroom and then realized he was still sound asleep next to me.
Who called my name? I pondered. I waited and listened. Nothing. Puzzled, I drifted back to sleep. The strange experience stayed in the forefront of my mind that day, and I related it to my co-workers.
My boss smiled and shared that she once had the same experience after a particularly stressful day. She added that she liked to think it was God calling her name, just to let her know that He saw her and knew what she needed.
I love that idea. It actually gives me great comfort because I do believe the God of the universe, all-knowing, all-powerful, and ever-present, knows my name. He’s always known my name.
He knows my troubles and He knows my afflictions just like He knows my joys and my elation. He knows what I need, when I need Him the most, and when I need Him to guide me.
He has always carried me through trials and tough times, even when my doctor stated the dreaded ‘C word’ – cancer – six (now 15) years ago. I’ve never felt abandoned or forgotten because I know my God sees me and hears my prayers even when He doesn’t answer them the way that I would like.
And sometimes, He just wants me to wait and know that He is God and He is in control and that He knows my name.
I don’t have to fear that God will forsake me because He never will. I can count on Him to take care of me on this 11th page of Chapter 5 in my book called Opportunity and every day…and so can you. ©2011mamasemptynest.wordpress.com
I still believe those words today in 2020. I can count on God to take care of me and so can you.
“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.” ~ Corrie Ten Boom