I am thankful for the grace of God and His arms of protection.
After safely driving eleven-plus hours, Amber and I were within a mile of our destination when life could have changed dramatically.
Katie: Your roads are narrow here.
Amber: Not really. It's because I'm driving in the middle of the road due to the deer. If I go back where I belong they're not that narrow.
Katie: I guess so.
As she was returning to her place in the middle of the road, a deer as tall as the car charged our passenger side.
I only saw the buck out of my peripheral vision, but Amber saw him head-on. We cannot explain how. He was in her blind spot, so we think she might have looked at me to talk. If she hadn't, his antlers would have been through the window (and possibly into my head?). As it were, she swerved towards the center of the road the same time the deer changed direction and ran parallel to our car.
Katie: Did you hit him?
Amber: I DON'T KNOW! Did you hear anything?
Katie: Nothing that sounded like deer-hitting noises. Only gravel squishing noises.
Upon further inspection of her car, there are no antler scratches and no deer fur.
There is no reason we should have made it home unscratched. We were charged by a buck! And yet we did. Because God is good. All the time.
Of course, when we got home a mile later, the adrenaline was still pumping and going to bed was not an option, even though we had to be up again in less than seven hours. That morning was rough.