Provision … needs vision.
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.