The next morning, I went hiking. As I came to a fork in the trail, a sign directed me up the mountainside instead of straight ahead. An hour later, I found myself chargng headlong down the mountain in frantic search of the trail. Long story short, someone had roatated the sign ninety degrees, making my hike a little more interesting. After fixing the sign, I headed back to a blueberry pancake breakfast cooked by the rest of the gang.
Life is good.
It was so good to spend time, even if some of it was misdirected, in the presence of God's creation. We had some good conversation that morning. As far as the sign goes, there's probably a lesson or a moral to the story, but I'll let you all find it. I'm at the library, but I'm going home now. Mom's making supper soon.