Delicate Strength

Psalm 18:32-34

It is God who arms me with strength

and keeps my way secure.

He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;

he causes me to stand on the heights.

He trains my hands for battle;

my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

Just outside my window as a work this morning, this friend shows up.

We do see deer here from time to time, but coming right down in front of the cottage like this is a bit more rare.  

She came up even closer to the south side, and I was able to take these shots through the window.  Yet even at this distance, I was again reminded of just how strong these creatures are.  I think I often regard them as being so delicate.  But they are quite muscular and sure-footed, and can bound away in great leaps tails high if threatened.

I remembered this psalm, where the writer was himself feeling threatened, and the comfort that God's equipping presence can bring.  

I was tempted to cut things off at verse 33 and leave out the battle and bronze bow reference.  But even though I lean very much on the pacifist side of things when it comes to actual, physical warfare, these days I feel certain events and their arising injustices might require me to rise up and take a stand.  

And also.  For right now.  I am grateful to be in a place so peaceful, a deer thought it safe enough to come and get a drink this morning.  

Fully present in the moment.