Do you ever get the feeling God is trying to tell you something?
Sometimes he’s pretty subtle.
Sometimes not.
My sons and I were hiking this last weekend near the faux-Bavarian town of Leavenworth, about two hours east of Seattle in the Cascades.
We came across this bridge that seemed innocent enough until my oldest son pointed out some graffiti I would probably never have taken the time to read.
Here’s what it looks like if you just glance at it:
But if you take the time to read it, it says something (something rather ironic, actually, being that it was spraypainted on an otherwise lovely old bridge):
I get the sense there is more here than I think, but I’m still processing both the words and how I came across it. Such is the way of discovery on a trip.
How about you? What does it say to you?