This is a bridge in east-central Wyoming that I pass every time I travel between my home-home and my work-home. I make a point of looking at it for the few brief seconds that it is in sight as I drive by at 65 mph. It’s a curious site and every time I wonder how it came to be there. It connects two county dirt roads across a small deep chasm.
So now I reflect on bridges…
Am I a bridge?
Is this time in my life a bridge between what has been and what will be? Where am I now in the crossing?
What bridges have been presented in my life? Did I take full advantage of the opportunities to use them?
Do I act as a bridge between God and this real world?
Do I recognize someone who is being a bridge for me today?
Should I be on the bridge… or on one side or the other?
So many bridge questions… so little time.
Wyoming is beautiful, isn’t it?