A few months ago the county decided my neighborhood needed a new bridge. Turns out we were about to fall in the creek. During the time of our bridgeless existence, we had a fake road that was built where the trains once ran. As of yesterday, our bridge is operational, and our fake road now leads nowhere. They took out a section because it was causing flooding issues; however, for a brief time, it was the road that led to us. To me, that makes it important. Thing One captured it for a 4-H photo essay, and it reminds me how sometimes we find beauty in the most unexpected places. What was once so inconvenient is now a refuge. Peace and beauty are present in every turn.
I now must search my heart for the moments I hide. This Easter I must look and acknowledge the fears and pain that has taken up residence in the darkest corners. Open and welcome the tears because I know some of my greatest victories were born from these unguarded moments. Sweep away the cobwebs and embrace the blessings God gives me.