This gift gets its own post, too.
841. Last Sunday evening on our way home from church, we were almost all the way here. I was wishing that we could see some wildlife. Twilight, out in the middle of nowhere. . . . Just as I said out loud, "It sure would be nice to see some deer," we came around a curve, and there, in the greenest field I'd seen, there were about 20! A bunch ran off, but several stood there long enough for us to slow down and get a good look. Jaan's still talking about it. So am I (obviously). Will said that it was just in case I was wondering about whether or not God loves me.