Meat for the freezer.
I thanked God audibly, cried (because it's such an adrenaline rush--and I hate seeing them die..)
and called Tim. I always take my cell phone with me, it's just on silent.
My sweetheart did all the rest; the hauling, gutting, cutting up, labeling those white packages for our freezer and smiling at me--telling me I "did a good job."
I do much praying while I sit.
What's awesome about this concept is only God and I know the who and for what.
I kind of like it that way.
Thank You Lord for answering my prayers and for bringing Mr. 6 point right across my path.
Thank You for a freezer bulging with venison from not only me, but two other deer, given to us!
You are like that--lavish, abundant and full of surprises...
You are faithful,