So I mustered up my courage and made my way to the fawn. At noon I looked out of the window and the still fawn remained unmoved. Untouched. Undisturbed. I didn’t have the nerve.Īll morning my mind returned to the lifeless form lying in the sun.

I would have to wait until Steve got home to take care of the situation. I did get close enough to see the sunlight passing through the velum-like ears, the intricate spots on its back, and the Bambi-like eyelashes resting on a perfectly shaped snout. I couldn’t get close enough to see the wound. Most likely the target of the coyote I’d seen roaming around. I understand the circle of life, but still. Probably the same fawn my neighbor had seen nursing from its mom the day before. My heart sank as I discovered what appeared to be a curled-up baby fawn lying lifeless in the grass. My eyes landed on a rounded mound of fur nestled in the grass under the willow tree. I closed my Bible and looked out across the backyard. Just me, Jesus, and a smattering of birds. I sat on my back porch with my Bible in my lap and a hot mug of steamy coffee in my hand.Įarly morning is my favorite time of day. Sharon invites you to her backyard to listen in on a sudden glory moment as God spoke to her about reigniting routine-ridden marriage. Sharon is a fellow porch sitter and storyteller who loves locking arms with women who long to experience life to the full. To slow down enough and savor the manna moments of God speaking-the miraculous in the mundane. She longs for readers to recognize the romance of God in the routine of life-to taste the sweetness of God on the palate of their heart.

That’s what Sharon Jaynes calls the times when God makes his articulate presence known-when He woes and romances right smack in the middle of our busy days.

Enough by sharon jaynes