All Nature Sings

Our afternoon got a little sweeter today.

Poppa found a newborn fawn in the grass near their garden.

We hurried over to see , being careful not to touch or disturb it.

We stood in awe  at the wonder of new life – the miracle of creation.

It was incredibly beautiful – laying there in the grass.

I thought to myself – how can anyone look at this new life and not believe in a creator God? Where did the doe learn how to give birth?

Who taught her where to give birth?

How does she know how to feed and care for her newborn?

Who designed the camouflage pattern on the fawn to help it hide in the forest?

All of nature sings of a Creator.

We heard the song today as we gazed in the face of a newborn fawn – it was in the form of a lullaby.

Job 39:1- 4  “Do you know when the mountain goats give birth? Do  you watch when the doe bears her fawn? Do you count the months til they bear? Do you know the time they give birth? They crouch down and bring forth their young; their labor pains are ended. The young thrive and grow strong in the wilds; they leave and do not return.”

Fawn on the Lawn

Fawn eating a rose bush Look! It’s Bambi.

Isn’t he cute?

He was cute out in the pasture. Every day we watched him venture out into the newly mowed hay field.

Every day he got a little braver and would come out a little farther and stay a little longer.

It was so cute!

Until the other night.

The kids were in the living room when one of them saw Bambi – right outside the window – enjoying a late supper of my climbing rose bush!

Thankfully he was easily scared off with some hand claps.

Bambi in the pasture is cute. Bambi in my yard eating my flowers isn’t.

Well, okay – maybe a little cute.