Questions

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.

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