I walk a lot through collected trees. There's always a story waiting for me. I'm not the writer. I've chosen to be the listener. On this particular journey I was nearly next to 20 feet to six whitetail deer. I sat listening to them with my eyes. So peaceful and yet so timid. I could hear God's whisper through their eyes. But if that statement is true. Why then are the deer so quick to run free from the scene? Then I saw the image of the human being. In this age of getting things handed to us. The moment we feel a wall or danger stands in the way we run. When do we learn the fine art of standing strong?