Stepping out onto the deck after a night of very heavy rain, something didn’t look right. It took a few seconds to figure out what was wrong.
The bridge across our usually quiet little stream had disappeared!
Looking downstream, we finally saw it nestled up on the bank. It obviously had been lifted up off its moorings and then deposited there when the water went down.
It is still a bridge, but it appears to no longer serve the purpose for which it was intended.
We have all experienced this kind of upheaval. A rising tide of events lifts us from our foundation, and then leaves us somewhere else, not quite knowing what our purpose is anymore, or what to do next.
Temporarily giving the bridge human abilities, it now has a choice, just as we do.