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And that, truly, is my favorite thing: that the same God who sets the wild deer on the crag says to you, “Here. Walk here. I made your feet for this.” For the leader of the choir. On stringed instruments. —Adapted from Habakkuk 3:19

A deer’s foot is not a lion’s paw (raw power) or an eagle’s talon (distance). It is split. Two delicate, splayed toes that can grip crumbling rock. A deer’s strength is not in crushing its enemy, but in balance. It lands on the steepest slope and does not slip—not because the slope is safe, but because its feet were made for exactly that impossible angle. pies de ciervas en los lugares altos - fav

Because I have been there. Standing on a ledge I never asked for—a diagnosis, a loss, a broken dream—looking down at the drop and feeling my own humanity tremble. And in that tremor, realizing: I am still standing. Not because I have strong hands, but because something beneath me holds. A hidden architecture of grace. Hooves that find purchase on stone that should have sent me sliding. And that, truly, is my favorite thing: that

There is a verse, hidden in the last lines of the book of Habakkuk, that has always felt less like a promise and more like a quiet secret: “He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; He enables me to tread on the heights.” On stringed instruments

So if you find yourself in a high place today—not by ambition, but by necessity—look down at your feet. Notice how you haven’t fallen yet. That is not luck. That is the Maker of deer and of you, shaping your soles to the stone mid-stride.