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Provision … needs vision.

November 12, 2011

None of us knew when we saw it ,what all would happen ,when it limped across the field.

I mean… we knew it would die.  With or without us… it was going to die.

It just was the difference between a torturous death or more swiftly.

I called my grandfather… you know the 80year old one.

 I explained the situation… how the arrow was still visible in the buck.  How he hobbled across the field and looked like he was going off to die in the woods out by the large pin oak ….my favorite tree.

He set off and all his great grandsons paced the perimeter of the field.  My grandmother  seized the opportunity and collected her great granddaughters for a lunch out and shopping…just  her and my girls.

After an hour I sent my husband into the woods….and an hour after that I sent my son.

I wanted to go .. . to head out on an adventure with my camera… but as is often the case.. I stay back with the baby.  This dragging back with arrows and buck is not my season…. better left to the stronger set.

So I wait at home while the baby naps.  No trace of anyone.

And then… just like that my quiet empty house shifted and  by the clamor of little boys pouring noisely into my kitchen, I knew it was done.

What a good hunt does for males…

The buck had gone  down over the big hill and then across the creek.  They had to bring it back through the thickest part of the brush and steepest part of the forest…. or is that just the story you always hear when men go out hunting?

My grandfather looked 20 years younger in the eyes…. just lit up…. my boys orbiting him in a circle of yelps as they inspected the buck, my husband hugging me and saying it was the hardest physical work he has ever done and was there anything to eat as he kisses me hard on the lips.

Everyone together… Everyone stopping and gathering… Everyone filled with joy and hard work.

Everyone brimming with stories of how they did this together.

Papa telling stories of his father and brothers hunting a long time ago…how in his father’s whole life he never shot a deer with an arrow…and isn’t that funny? 

My Papa laughs big as he remembers his father  and so do I … and for that moment we are all together again.

 An everyday kind of day with people all doing their own thing… now together.. sharing stories, big smiles…proud of each other.  A story made where a day could have just gone by … unnoticed.  Now a day where everyone is gathered in community.

Provision doesn’t always look like you think it would.  When we saw that limping animal crossing the field we never would have thought it would be bringing so many gifts.

It is all about perspective….how you handle what you are given…. how you respond…

Provision came on limping hooves and brought so much more….

little girls out with their great grandmother and coming home with stories about being loved and grilled cheese….
boys with stories of a great grandfather that time can not stop…
my husband in awe that my 80 year old grandfather can, “work like that….I pray I can be half the man at his age“…
a freezer with added meat…
and me with the baby and my stories,  always keeping track of this legacy which God keeps unfolding in unexpected places.

10 Comments leave one →
  1. November 12, 2011 11:41 am

    What a sweet story. Your grandpa sounds like a neat man.

  2. November 12, 2011 1:42 pm

    I am so thankful your family saw it and are able to enjoy the harvest. One year my husband was hunting with his bow and shot a beautiful buck. He was a novice and came out of the stand too quickly and scared it off they spent a whole night with dogs out looking for the deer and were sick over the loss. I am so glad that you also had a grandpa to come enjoy the boy time….. generations of men and men-to-be together. that is a very good thing.

    • November 12, 2011 5:24 pm

      Yeah I am not a big deer meat person… but yes, I hate waste. I hate the idea the animal would die slow and painful also.
      T

  3. November 12, 2011 2:39 pm

    This is such a sweet story. 🙂

  4. November 12, 2011 3:15 pm

    However together time manifests in ones life, it’s special and important! Great story of togetherness.

    Janelle
    GraceTags

    • November 12, 2011 5:25 pm

      thank you… not exactly sitting around a campfire… but it produced similiar results…oddly enough.
      T

  5. November 12, 2011 3:30 pm

    A wonderful story and a message brimming with truth. Thank you.

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