My ladder stand leans against an oak tree beside a field on the hill. I threw out one of those dumb lines, “I always see something, or at least I want to.”Īnd that’s what came to mind after sitting in the deer stand that evening. She said she sees a lot where she hunts, but there are also many times when she sees nothing. I told her how many deer we see around our hometown now. When I asked about what she does, one of the things she mentioned was “hunt”.įrom there it was one deer hunting friend talking to another deer hunting friend. Later that day, as I was sitting in my deer stand, a piece of my conversation with Lisa came back to mind. You know, the usual stuff you ask a friend whose life has drifted in a different direction than yours.Īfter a few minutes, we concentrated on filling our plates and parted company, she to sit with her mom and friends, me to sit with my family. I asked where she’s living now and what she does with her life. Lisa made a comment about not seeing me for so many years then not being able to avoid me.
I heard a familiar voice behind me and turned to see my friend again. We did the whole hugging, “how are you?”, “we need to get together sometime,” thing, before going back to our seats to listen to the sermon.Īfterwards, there was a special lunch in the Family Life Center and I found myself in the line waiting to avail myself of the delicious food.
I ran into a long-time friend at church last week.
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