Tonight on our walk, there were two white-tailed young deer just standing in front of us staring in our direction. We walked a little bit further and they moved a little closer. It was like a move in chess. We’d move, they’d move. Then out of nowhere, they sprung to life and leaped over the walking path we were on and made it safely to the bare field to our left. And again, both stopped, and just stared our way. I said to my mom … “look … that is our sign of hope and luck…” We walked a little further up the path and they leaped all over the field — zigzagging left and right and always looking back at us. It was like a graceful dance and it was oh so beautiful to witness as darkness was falling on my mom and I tonight.
Breathtaking was more like it.
As we continued on our walk, I stopped after leaving the bare field and took a look around. I was searching for the two deer. We spotted them very close to the walking path near my mom’s home. Then they were gone. Kismet. Or whatever you want to call it.
I called it LUCK.
After the last five days my family and I have had to endure, we need some luck. And hope too. And on tonight’s walk, in the cool, crisp breeze on an Autumn night on the prairie with my wonderful mom … it was a perfect way to end the last five days of worry too.
Tomorrow at 9AM CST, we will meet up with my mom’s provider and she will share with us the findings from the PET/CT scan that was performed on my mom earlier today. And we’re very very hopeful.
Miracles happen every single day. I pray it’s our turn for a miracle. Tomorrow.