I stare down at the rusty pipes of the bridge and wonder how long it will stand. Orange life preservers wait at each wooded interlude - a reminder of the brevity of life.
We have faith that when we sit, a chair will hold our weight.. Yet when God says, "Come to me, and I will give you rest," we decline a seat at his table.
Do we not realize that life is but a breeze in the palm of our Savior?
