Praise the bridge that carried you over. ~George Colman

This bridge is one I walk across every day while I’m walking dogs. It crosses a creek of sorts; man-made to be sure, it’s basically a drainage ditch, yet, instead of concrete, river rock was used. It’s very pretty. In the spring when the rains come and the snow melts, the water rushes under there deep and swift; the rest of the year it’s usually just a trickle of a stream.

I suppose most bridges in our lives are like that; crossing over streams we could make our way across without the bridge and only on occasion is impassable. I wonder if we appreciate the bridges in our lives as much during the trickle as we do during the deluge?