It was a frustrating Saturday afternoon. I felt like I had wasted a lot of time and gas today driving all over town for no real reason except to get out and enjoy the weather. As I headed towards home I got stuck behind a slow moving pickup truck on the freeway. It had some kind of artwork covering the entire tailgate but I couldn't see it clearly. As I came to my exit I drew closer and realized it was a painting of The Last Supper! I felt that was a sign that I was somehow right where God wants me to be and that I should stop worrying about the time.
It was a peaceful evening.
It was a peaceful evening.
