finding the right one

as we were riding in the car on the way to a movie in Georgetown, one of my girls started to tell us about an amazing sermon that she heard on Sunday by a guest preacher. the preacher talked about how it used to be law that all hunters were required to leave their dogs at home while hunting deer because too many deer were being killed. so naturally, when a deer is shot and wounded it doesn't just lay down and die. it fights to stay alive and tries to escape the hunter. as the deer runs through the forest in an attempt to escape death, the hunter tracks the deer by finding a little blood here and a little blood there. it could take a hunter a whole day to finally track down the wounded deer. dogs, on the other hand can find a wounded deer in a matter of minutes because they were blessed with such a keen sense of smell. this story was a metaphor for the life of a woman. many times we walk around like a wounded deer, fighting for our lives and refusing to die. his message hit me when he said what it takes a man all day to find, a dog can find in a matter of minutes. unless you've never been in a relationship, odds are that you've been hurt before. walking around wounded makes you a target for dogs. wait for the man to find you. it may take all day, but it will be worth the wait...as i always say patience is a virtue.