It Takes Hitting a Deer.

Sometimes it takes hitting a deer to realize that you are going too fast. At least that’s what it took for me. I’ve been running my life a mile a minute over the past few weeks, looking over my shoulder at Jesus asking me to slow down.

I keep running faster; thinking he will just catch up with me instead of sweetly beckoning me to slow down and wait for him. So I run. And my legs begin to quiver, I being to breath harder, shorter breaths, and my focus on Him fades.

I’ve been focusing on everything but Jesus lately. My job. My future. My family. My budget. My friends. My life.

I’ve forgotten that He is my life, and everything that I have or do is His.

I was driving home from an event this weekend, utterly exhausted. Physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausted. I was winding around the road nearing my house, and a giant deer ran out into the road, and rammed into the side of my car. I screamed, re-gained control of my car, and looked in the rear view mirror to see the deer bob up and down in agony.

And. I. Broke.

All of my pent up emotion and yearning for the love of our Father bubbled to the surface in the form of big, wet tears. And I sobbed all the way home.

I am fine, my car (miraculously) is fine, but I need to be revived. I need Jesus. I need his fulfillment, not the fulfillment of success or a busy schedule, but just purely, simply Jesus. All it took was hitting a deer. Why something so drastic?