We were driving county roads home from a small winery literally out in the middle of nowhere.
GPS was leading us through gravel roads to our home, which wasn’t as far as I thought.
Until the ROAD CLOSED sign.
So, we did what any normal person would do. We decided that the four-wheel drive would easily get us through the gravel bottom where the bridge was out.
So, we traded seats. I wasn’t driving past a road closed sign. My conscience would haunt me.
And we easily made it through the gravel at the washed out bridge without using the four-wheel drive. Now I’m feeling a little silly for wanting us to drive 20 minutes out of our way to go around. This is awesome!
How many of us see the signs, read the signs, and still move forward as if the signs didn’t exist?
We pray that God will give us a sign, but then we drive around it.
Yeah, we thought we were home free. We thought it was kind of ridiculous that the road was closed for that. Then we saw it.
The actual bridge that was out.
Um, yeah, you can’t four-wheel drive yourself through that.
So, we turned around and drove back to the junction that took us 20 minutes out of our way to get home.
Sometimes the signs really mean what they say.