It rained a lot in Nashville on my way home today. Nashville doesn’t do well with extreme weather. Lots of too fast drivers, lots of too slow drivers.
As the rain was coming down in buckets and the interstate traffic was painfully slow, the bridge underpasses provided a few moments of calm and quiet…before entering back into the deluge of water.
When I was under the bridge underpasses, my windshield was so clear. My vision was clear. It’s not that it had stopped raining, it’s not that the windshield wasn’t about to be dumped on. It’s not that my vision was about to get stunted again…it’s for a few moments, in the midst of the storm, there was perspective and peace.
You can see where this is going can’t you?
But isn’t it true?
Don’t we need to recognize who and where the bridge underpasses are in our lives?
The life of an artist is a rollercoaster at best. Its tumultuous, heart wrenching, blurry, sad and tiresome.
The bridge underpasses of life give a moment of relief and rejuvenation. A refreshed perspective. The bridge underpasses are people and places you can go to experience this.
The storm is real. So is the underpass.
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