I was an hour into my hike through the creek bed when I stumbled upon this …
How does that get there?
Who put it there?
How long has it been there?
Is someone missing it?
Did someone forget it?
Was this done with purpose?
Is this a crime scene from long ago?
So many questions. So few answers. As I said in a previous post: The creek always surprises me.
God surprised me this week as well. He turned a clogged toilet into a leadership lesson. He turned a rough Sunday morning into a week of prayer. He turned a simple insight into an ongoing and expanding lesson on grace. He turned a difficult conversation into a glimpse of restoration. And it’s only Wednesday.
I still have notebooks full of questions. But I treasure my handful of answers.